Poems from Dashwood
Goodbye my love
I’m on a high
She looked down from above
And said with a sigh
I’ll love you forever
But you deserve better
Through life we...
Health is a wealth
Of stringent dreams
Life—you need stealth
As daylight reams
Honest to self
As God so deems
Found
A round
Honor bound
Make not a sound
Buried mound
Sorely wound
Lockless pound
Kindness downed
Restless hound
Pink umbrella
Broken Cinderella
Shattered slippers
Trinket trail
Crystal clear mail
Braided cradle
Wound not fatal
Yet
Ever feel like
Air is getting thinner
Despite might
Outspoken winner
Take a hike
Not same sinner
Seen the light
Knew
Beginner