Poems from lynds.fields
Through free verse,
I don't believe,
that the pages of my life
can be seen.
Life was not made
to be described
in big, or small, words.
I...
Rain falls from grey skies
sort of like the tears from my eyes.
Leaves fall from dying trees,
they've gone and left little to see.
Sun...
Love was all she longed for,
all she needed.
She didn't believe in it
because she had never seen it.
And what she thought,
that it...