lisbeth Writing

All Writing

so it goes.

A Poem by lisbeth

I was content. I was f*****g content until you came. I could sit there for hours and mindlessly stream bad ..

to pass the time.

A Poem by lisbeth

It was in the early spring when I began to measure life by the blue in his eyes " the livelihood of overwintered grass by the tiny and irregular speck..

fevers.

A Poem by lisbeth

It was like I was burning alive from the inside out.The embers spit up and out and you could see them in my eyes,looking back at me in the mirror.I di..

lisbeth Writing

so it goes.

A Poem by lisbeth

to pass the time.

A Poem by lisbeth

fevers.

A Poem by lisbeth

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