Her hands are strong.
Hospitality is her forte...
So standing here feeling lost, once again I fade...
Everyone around me vanishes and I silently slip...
Three small letters...
adding up...
Friendship can be everlasting
Yet with time it can also be forgotten...
Why does it have to be so painful to be loved?
I know it. This is how you show your love...
Joan of Ark you never were
God intended something more...
Strong wind comes.
Wind of hope ;Uprooted the thorns...
Somewhere on a peninsula,
near the sea...
The role of fathers, we must confess,
Is fantastic in every way, no less...
(If this poem site could literily talk)
I've been meaning to speak to y'all...
Long before my time to live,
Before my thoughts were formed...
I can talk to her for two hours,
Without getting bored for even two seconds...