Poems from taylorcharris
When is too late for a fresh start?
Has my new beginning expired
Like the milk carton forgotten in the back
Or the stale bread on the...
life is a short message received
but never quite processed until you must grieve
the life you have lost
the beautiful moments you tossed...
I used to chase sunsets,
forever running at the horizon.
Convincing myself
that if I could catch the golden light,
the best part of...
as the dust falls from the picture frame
a frozen snapshot of a perfect memory
the people inside are forever kept the same
never changing...
the mountains helped her breathe,
and become who she wanted to be.
they guided her on her way,
and watched over her night and day.
...