Poems from GraceWrites
I long for the poetry
of your touch
a subtle breathe
of intention
that no words
may
ever form
a broken mold
used only once
the puzzle...
Sorry is the symphony
of interrupted summers
and broken youth. It sings
of the promise
of twilight lovers
shyly holding telephones (wires...
Sorry is the symphony
of interrupted summers
and broken youth. It sings
of the promise
of twilight lovers
shyly holding telephones (wires...
Sooner or later you realize that no one can save you
there are nothing but empty promises
from broken homes
and broken people.
So you walk...