Poems from Ladywarrior16
I'm 17 years old and was writing poems and stories since I can remember, I love to create things and I hope to continue to do so.
chilly winter breeze blows though my shoulder length hair, in doing this chills climb up my back. warm hands are on my body to calm me, but...
when I met you I was young and naive, when I lost you I didn't have you in my grip, when I reached for you never where you there but still...
Midnight Terrors call Terrifying storms soon brew Hands then join in fear
Silent whispers call Wishing do silent rains fall Never do they speak
Silent meadow, still Wishing well upon a hill Evermore it stays