Poems from em0926
Warm hands gliding through their coarse, black hair
Warm stares coming from their dark, endless eyes
Cold breeze sweeping through all of...
What do you want to be when you grow up?
this is the question that is asked of us
not WHO we will be
but
who AM I going to be?
A job? A...
What do you want to be when you grow up?
this is the question that is asked of us
not WHO we will be
but
who AM I going to be?
A job? A...
Let’s play a game
He said as he started his claim to fame
Stepping into my room like I had asked him to
Almost four years old, crying...