Poems from BridgetCLawson

It still hurts
Version:1.0 StartHTML:0000000168 EndHTML:0000002991 StartFragment:0000000471 EndFragment:0000002974 Staying up way too late Wondering what...
In Love
Shall I betow most favor'ble praise to thee whom I call mine? Upon thy face I wish to gaze to see thine eyes that shine. Thou art more dear...
Sonnet for a Love
Thy Beauty is incredible Thy Heart is better still A Family, We, indelible Your Mind, eager to fill To end this Film will bring on tears...
Sonnet #1
The Blackest night and Hottest fire Within my Soul I feel The Frozen sadness I admire The pain it seems so real Flowers will wilt and...