Poems from Sylvie12
“Who Am I?!” You Ask.
I’ll tell you who I am!
I am Silvia
She who cannot be tamed
Portraying mischievous deeds...
Hate is conceived from pride. It is nourished by guilt and thrives in fear. Dislike is the lack of acceptance. Hate can be seen as power or...
If your soul and my soul were intertwined
There would be no "what could be" nor "what was."
This emotion would be the most divine.
No...
Winter breeze stings these broken wings
With its lingering touch that seems to flow
Interlocking somewhere in between a dream and forgotten...