Poems from Liz-May.
About that time
All was rotten
Little remained of a time
Where life bloomed inside
A mind - A person
The leftovers was gain through pain...
Such a rush
Not much to understand
Little time to be concise
Bundle all your thoughts
Into one swift move
Many in one
Fast to the line...
Leaving the train station
Following a love
That left wandering.
Chasing after with courage
Following the Wander.
Running unbroken
He found...
I don't want to ask for much but will you listen to me.
"Something has changed,
It might be a mistake of the past,
but I'll cross this...
It makes me wonder why I am the way I am.
Not so flexible
Late in reacting
Slow in understanding
Hard of hearing
Not so bright
Not unique...