Poems from ofarrell999
She is the girl,
hiding her bruises,
Gretel's her name;
He is the boy,
pretending to be strong,
Hansel's his name;
In a small box
they...
Poetry is like a dancer
Occupying the paper stage,
Embracing reader's with just a glance.
Twirling elegantly, guiding my pen across the...
My heart is thumping.
Nervousness still consumes me.
School time is coming...