Ghostwhite Silver

I want to build an anthology of poems. Personally I have no prescribed style when it comes to poems, so additions to this collection are not bound by any rules. If it's a poem you wrote and want to add then jump right in. All are welcome.

Ghostwhite Silver


It's not her fault,

When it comes live or dead.

I look minimal,


Be the attention I love you for,

Don't bother dancing tango.

Every twenty seconds,

You don't care.

I'm tired,

Sadistic and psychotic.

You can,

But you don't count.




The End

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