Poems from beccaluth
The judgemental glares
The critical stares
They all think they understand
But how is that possible?
Have they felt a mother's death?
An...
For a woman
Each strand of hair
Holds its own weight
The longer the strand,
The more power the hand
So one day, I cut my pony tail
And when...
He saw light and its beauty
So he chased the sun
Only to watch the fire
fall...
A handshake here, a smile there
Simple bursts of happiness
Just a handshake, that’s all it takes
To reduce the pain that tears
Life should be simple
But feelings are not
Humans are predictable
But egos cause roots to rot
Life is not simple