Poems from luckyjo95
I dream of the day I write of a lost love,
The kind with trials, lost trust, and cause;
Instead I write as a lost soul, searching for the...
A breeze whispering a soft promise of rain and thunder.
The sun slowly sinking on the horizon.
The clouds roll in as the sky darkens,...
One job may give me hope.
One job may define my life.
One job; the chance to change my future.
One place, North Carolina.
One place, the...