Poems from dasw16
My eyes fall upon him.
His excitement,
His eagerness,
His want to make her smile.
I hate it.
She is mine
And mine alone.
I don't care...
I watched them grow,
From baby to child,
Then child to (young) adult.
Yet they treat me like a third class citizen.
I cook,
For you.
I...
Poetry is my escape.
I write about
My opinion of others,
How I feel the world should be,
How someone acted,
All written out
In a vague...
Respect is a two way street,
It’s not selective.
It doesn't go from a two way
To an one way.
It’s not with one person putting in all...