Poems from Orthogirl40
Why do poets write?
Perhaps it lies in the way it's read, sounding like honey dripping from the lips.
Or perhaps it's the feelings even a...
You can't have it all my dear,
You can only have a bit.
And though it aches and stings and burns
You can handle it.
You can't be happy...
Two hearts together hath been sworn,
But by a father's words so harsh hath been torn.
Banished away for an act so just,
leaving behind his...
I'm living with a monster,
a monster inside me.
I try to run away from it,
but it can't let me be.
It's my little secret,
no one else would...
I know I should let go,
so why am I holding on for dear life?
To let go would mean happiness,
does this mean I'm choosing strife.
To let go...