Poems from apples1923
The night is cold
The wind howls
The eyes are bold
The voice growls
The gray fur wizzes by
and all you can feel is the adrenaline
You let...
The little mouse scurries around
The cats at play
But what he doesn't know
is to go the other way
The cats jump him
with kinives at their...
Swaying in the winter snow
a tree smaller than the other oaks
He hides in the shadow
Where the sun never pokes
He lives his days in...
Each an every day,
you hurt me in each and every way
I want it to end,
Wish we could make amends
But my bruises will never heal,
and i...