Poems from Stripedkangaroo
There once was a lady
who had three beautiful daughters
And she loved each very much,
she said.
she raised them in a world of strife...
This beautiful world
spins on its axis
at a thousand miles an hour
hurtling through a dark empty void
but I am standing still.
In the...
a fleeting flashing smile
akin to lightning in a bottle
a piercing, heavy gaze
too hard for others to follow
a developing dalliance
an...
I'm tired, please stop.
It's late, and I'm starting to hate
the sound of the hands on the clock.
Counting every minute, every hour
That you...