cats at the table
purr at the poetry book...
As I sit and write things down,
I sometimes wonder why I do...
I'll miss the lavender sunrise
each time the rain pours down...
never again will i feel this pain
I said...
Pen at the ready, and
Off I go...
I have found a
place to call...
Wee free men, "this is who we are"
Not destined to be be slaves...
If you cast a net
instead of fishing shall...
Weekends are becoming difficult to bear
The smile on my face is getting harder to wear...
I thought I was
beautiful while...
Mangos, strawberries and apples
Oranges, lemons and limes...
And to think that I used to write everyday,
And now, I just write every other time...