Poems from mymotherisafish
Six hundred years. Her eyes never catches his during this time period, never hears the sweet caress of his gentle voice. Six hundred years...
Three Words.
Divided in relevance, United in intent.
Three Words.
Seeking for answers, Longing for reply.
Three Words.
Yearning for truth,...
The pain and harshness of thorns can overcome the beauty of a sweet-smelling rose. Known for its eye-catching appearance, the flower never...
I desire nothing more than freedom,
From my own personal Hell
But worries wake me,
From melodious dreams
Where daggers and swords,
Pierce...
Pounding Hearts. Quickening breaths. Two souls meeting at a crossroads One pulls away, attempting to flee The other rushes towards,...