Poems from Mashed Potatoes
I've always loved the way words can flow off the paper and surround the reader for days. Words that one can remember are the only words that should exist.
Pieces of hope
Keep falling from above,
Pieces of hope
That are birthed from love,
Where they come from
Is of little concern,
But how to...
I crawl out it the morning,
Hoping they can’t see me.
I dread the day,
They start to notice me.
I’m fine with being different,
Being the...