Poems from Gramma53
I learned from you
not to cry anymore...
to protect my heart
when you walked out that door.
I learned from you
how strong I can be
when it'...
Paper words
Flimsy, torn and tattered..
Won't stand the test of time.
You made promises with your paper words..you love me..you'll stay......
Writing frees me...
Empowerment, solace, a voice.
It it my Zoloft, my Percocet, my vodka.
Whether sweet verse or sorrowful prose
It's...
Sick of the fight
Tired of the light cast upon me.
So many questions, such a web, such a mystery.
I lay torn open for all to see......
Lying in bed hearing your calls...lulling me to dreams.
How lovely you sound chirping out your calls for love.
So mesmerizing...your...