Poems from CouldWeBeWriting
Chairs abreast,
heart conditions; not the best.
One hour a day.My mind said no, but my feelings couldn't obey.
Maybe my mind was right,His...
Why do I write?A questioned that's plagued me since puberty.
Why do I write?
I'm not very good.
My woulds aren't flowing or detailed.
I'm...
Some hearts are broken or mended,
Others are shattered or torn.
Although, it was never intended, because love is eternally sworn.
I have...
How do I believe
When there are so many things
That prove to be wrong?