Poems from josiahm09
Eleven, my dear,Eleven, my fear.The hands on the clockseem frozen here.
Absence makes the heart grow fonder.Absence makes the soul grow...
Why do I write?
Why do I write?
Maybe the question I should ask is why do I feel?
Cause the more I feel the more words flow out of me.
My...
I walk past wonderful, wounded people,
with nothing of worth but the words of my mouth.
Isn't there more than empty words?
Isn't there more...