Poems from Miller500
Hey there, I see you
Trying not to look at me trying to be oh so debonair
But I see you lurking over there
I can lurk too, right next to...
I’ve been described as free, a description that stayed with me because I can’t be tied
down, what’s the point. What’s the point to be an...
How do we know when to say those three unforgivable words of intrepid meaning? Do I stand back and wait for you to be first? Do I blurt...
As I took the time to ponder one day I came across a forgotten thought
That thought was a memory of long ago under a tree
I laid...
We sing
we dance
we paint
many things with whirling hopes that surmount to withering after they fall off the tree that was thought to grow...