lisbeth : Writing

so it goes.

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.

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.

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..