Poems from Ruth Monet
Dear red boy,
I didn't know what to think of you until I met you,
I thought the rudest of you,
I thought that because you were way older we...
I won't let this Christmas song fade away,
though the sea washes its dirt to shore,
and the sun fades away at evening,
I'll keep every...
Even though roses grow round about you
Or even a thick bush covers you
You'll always be what you are to me, my sunflower.
Beautiful like the early morning sun
With blond hair like the beach sand
And red lips like roses
With blue eyes like the ocean
Your touch...
I tried to write something about nothing
But of course nothing came up.
I tried so hard but it was fruitless,
In my hollowness,
I tried to...