Poems from Emily13
when your eyes aim at her
my brain starts to blur
does my dark brown hair
not make you want to stare
for a little while
it flows...
We soar through the heavenly fields with no barrier
between us, no men with shiny pedestals, or people
with devilish horns
You know not of...
The handheld time capsule which
I grasped ever so tightly
greatly captivated me
My train of memory couldn’t
replenish the tracks that lie...