#misc poetry
Tue, 24 May 2022 16:30:51
“My eyes ache with the weight of unshed tears. You are my home, do you not understand?”
Amy Lowell
Death twitches my ear.
“Live,” he says, “I am coming.”
Virgil
I escape to love, from love.
“My eyes ache with the weight of unshed tears. You are my home, do you not understand?”
Amy Lowell
Virgil
I escape to love, from love.