What’s Mine Is Mine
Mine are the walls these finger tips have felt. Mine is the skin this ink has pierced. Mine are the bruises this body has bore. Mine is the weight these shoulders have carried. Mine are the goosebumps this skin has […]
Romanticism Of The Past
Although the nature of this metaphorical poetry may portray this particular love as an object of envy, upon reflection of this past relationship, I can conclude that it is not. I wrote this poem over two years ago, after a […]