Poems from MissFBS
I began writing when I had an opportunity to reside in solitude, giving me time to try and come to terms with my being.
The little things, the little things.
Oh how I love the little things,
One applaud,
Sweeter than an audience of cheers.
A dollar bill...
Twenty-second hour,
Sonance of wakeful woodland from far east.
Concrete, feeling rugged, yet plush under my toes.
It feels as though all...
He has the temper of a bull,
But he's a good man.
With tattoos that seem offensive or cruel,
But he's a good man.
And yes, he's quite...
She is within an ever-lasting atmosphere,
She is beneath the never lasting core,
She prays, searches, hopes and fights,
To find this...
Two tickets, for a train to down under.
Take me with you, for my birth was a blunder.
Walking as blind energy, from day to day.
Giving...