Poems from St3phani3why
If we are meant as creatures to love and be loved, if it is in our DNA to procreate, than why is love so hard to define. Why does it seem...
Out of five you are the one, the one that connects skin to skin, the one that connects lips to lips, the creator of passion, the starter...
I lie awake as you sleep next to me, your warmth is all I feel of you, as everything becomes a daze and the room starts to blur, there's a...
I can't help but ask myself why whenever something occurs. Why did this happen to me? What did I do to deserve this? So many questions...
They say that beauty is in the eye of the beholder, but what if that beholder is unable to see beauty, you see I can look at everyone...