Poems from Mariaprice97
Because I love you,
I spent three years counting the freckles on your nose.
Because I love you,
I wrapped a blanket around your shoulders...
You feel it in your bones,
and your bones into your pen.
And your pen pours out words
like a rainstorm of good intentions.
But I can't tell...
The night the rain came down I was inside with a book
In my hands clutched tight was a pen
The night the rain came down I heard the screams...
The years had turned her bitter
The taunting from her kin
She was said to be unstable
Old Miss Charlotte Lynn
She was alone in her old...