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blue eyed boy

A Poem by V M Smith

crying left his eyes blue so blue from tears of you angels' tears fall on him but he hasn't any clue his focus is on nothing he hides his ..

puddles in the sky

A Poem by V M Smith

my eyes aren't blue they're hollow knot holes twisted trails to my mind my eyes aren't blue i promise they simply catch the sky i was ..

let me get to you

A Poem by V M Smith

it's such a shame we play this game but in the end we'll start again as your clothes drop my breathing stops pain in my chest teeth on ..

please

A Poem by V M Smith

i just couldn't breathe they were entering me a tube down my throat kept in my screams while a bag at the end stopped my hyperventilating ..

watch the thorns

A Poem by V M Smith

i can draw the line time and time again but in the end and all through the middle i end up walking it shakily like a drunk on a chalk tightr..

until somebody falls

A Poem by V M Smith

Reverting back to a childlike rhythm helps to relive things in a less conscious way. I tend to do this a lot in writing, but then save it away without..

off the edge

A Poem by V M Smith

i see him roll onto his back and sigh as he looks far away his head tilted off the edge his back slightly arched hands resting on his stomach ..

we can't do this

A Poem by V M Smith

we’re sick, sick, sick there's no reason for this we can't be friends because one flick of the wrist and you've got my keys and i star..

i will learn

A Poem by V M Smith

i hate that i can't kiss you but i love your touch without attracting attention you can run your finger slowly down my back and wa..

nothing to say

A Poem by V M Smith

Did you see me smile when i had nothing to say? Can i just sit next to you For at least one more day? Is this all i have And all i can be? ..