Poems from blairjas01a
Who am I?
Who is me?
Are you you?
Are you me?
This reflection is you.
or is this reflection me?
who’s looking right back at me?
I don’t...
Love is a word that all try to find,
it may come from afar or be discovered in time.
You cannot buy this and you cannot steal it,
but it...
A boy of young who lies with thy mother Asks to go out and play after supper, A glare and a pat on the behind she gives “not while your...
As she climbs the hills of desireA pigeon swoops down with eyes of fire,To give word to thy maiden of spun gold,The knight of Fenwood’s...