Poems from _Sophsteer_
The wind whispers softly to you, calling your name.
The warm sun warms your body like a flame.
The mountains watch you while you sing ...
My grandmother had always warned me, "never to talk to strangers."
"The night is full of dangers...
That is unless you belong to the dark...
I was always to shy to speak sometimes
I was that quiet nobody
I'd get teased for it oftentimes
Too average, too awkward
From my looks,...