I want to have a photographer sweetheart.
I want her to have me photographed
Every single time i smile,
So i will have the memories of my life.
Also when I’m sad,
So that i can laugh at the bitterness on my face
When I’m already fine.
Category: poem
Lonely Is The Hunter, Poetry by Mila
Moonlight crashes through the window
Wind howls, or was it a werewolf?
teeth gnashing in the twilight hues
I heard a sound of wailing – was it you?
Creaking, creeping through freshly fallen snow
echoes of breathing deeper and deeper
eyes are bright, slowly taking you in
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