Poems from LizCross
Prince and Princess, master calls.
He will never let you go,
Even if it means he must
Spend the night out in the snow.
There are no vices...
I’m thankful for beaches
Where I can be free,
Breathtaking beauty
There by the sea.
I’m thankful for music,
The sound of my soul.
Golden...
Eyes cast down as I walk in,
I throw my bag onto the floor.
No one greets me – all too busy.
No one hears me slam the door.
In I stomp with...