Poems from jru2442
Morning sunrise, morning sunshine
Tapping the paintbrush to the rhythm and rhyme
Headphones set, getting the groove on
Painting away to the...
These words I write
Are the only ones that feel right
Living in a world of wrong
These poems are my songs
The songs of struggling to find a...
I was flying high when you shot me down,
and sent me falling to the ground.
Broken and battered,
torn to tatters,
Like the phoenix i will...