Poems from amysing1
I’ve been staring at this paper that lies before me for quite some time.
This is not an assignment, so I know that there is something,...
Dangerous things come in various forms.
You may be one of them I still adore.
A rose, oh so pretty, haunted by thorns.
Beauty is hidden in...
The Beginning:
A couple days in a place we couldn’t call home,
It only took several moments "When in Rome".
Not a single word spoken yet...