A friend is like a flower,a rose to be exact,Or maybe like a brand new gatethat never comes unlatched.A friend is like an owl,both beautiful and wise.Or perhaps a friend is like a ghost,whose spirit ...
Where do the good times disappear,When they have come and gone…Replaced with new friends, not by choice,But cause something went wrong? My new friends may bring with them,Some words that make me smile,Still I feel ...
Little Amy had a dream.To excel in every stream.A day in her life shatteringly dark.left her wounded,bereft of her innocent luck.She weeps with reminiscencesSubmerged in a life time of painful reminders.A dark cloud puts her ...
I sit and whine how I wouldn’t say I like the rain.Thinking of ways to get rid of this pain.I was wondering when the heavens would stop pouring.Haven’t I had enough of this lashing and ...