Poems from EmaleighMack
I can write a million poems
And none of them be as beautiful as you.
I can have a thousand friends
And none of them will mean the same as...
Dear Mom,
It’s dark
I can’t see you
I can hear you
Your voice soothes me
I know you didn’t want children
But here I am
The wind is on...
Maybe she’ll stop crying
Maybe he’ll stop yelling
Maybe she’ll tell him she loves him
Maybe he’ll tell her he’s sorry
Maybe they won’t tear...