Poems from sharity
I have a problem with the way we speak to one another
I have a problem with the way your pants hang down low, low, low to the ground
I have...
Mind blown
lifted into the air like a hot air balloon
drifting away from all the hurt,pain and agony you gave me
so far away from you ...
The way your body shimmers in the sun.
The way your smile brightens up my day
The hard work that makes sweat roll down your brow.
The...