Many of these poems date back to over five years ago; those closest to the bottom are the oldest. The initials at the bottoms of the poems represent for whom the poem was written. Feedback is welcome. |
She thought she could believe in him -
He said their love was true...
Yesterday, a grave reminder of how true my love...
And how I want to be for you what my grandma was...
This parchment is starting to yellow
As my heart is beginning to blacken...
Never marked, just as a ghost
It's they - the kind - who pay the most...
"It is of the Lord's mercies that we are not...
If I could paint a picture...