Poems from clarissa 97
Poetry is not something to write an make up rhymes,
Then make up sentences using words up from your mind.
Poetry is a way of putting your...
Sleepless nights, frightening sights,
heart racing, palms sweating. Runing away from the sounds of memories. Pause for a moment an look...
When you say you sorry, Do you mean it, when you say you love me; how much, when you do wrong you expect for me to take you back, but I as...
Whatever I said today will be the past tomorrow, as tomorrow will be the future. Whatever I feel, smell, hear, or even see tomorrow. The...