I’m eighteen and I’m standing in the doorway of your house And you are telling me it’s just a phase Couched in your scorn is implied meaning That I am wrong to claim this part of me as identity And soon I will realize it I’m not surprised to hear this from you I didn’t… Continue reading Gathering
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The Poem
There was a poem on my bedroom wall It was about outer space and being in love Erotic in the way that only metaphors can be I would read it in a rush Holding my breath until the last line And then I would read it again Because it was a perfect thing And as… Continue reading The Poem
Queen of Elves 