Poems from shannon_richards
You are whom
you choose to be.
Fear not life's doom.
You are whom
sits alone in a room,
only because you do not see
you are whom
you choose...
O’er the marrows apparent lust,
inevitable like auburn rust.
Alas I long to see
the gold beneath the brown-red crust.
Oh how happy I must...
O’er the marrows apparent lust,
inevitable like auburn rust.
Alas I long to see
the gold beneath the brown-red crust.
Oh how happy I must...
Running out of time,
I lose my train of thought.
In the dark there is but one light,
the soft glimmer of the moon.
Within the gentle glow ...