Poems from brittannym15
Two boys of sevenrun through fallen leaves.Their laughter shakes the treesThey fall to their kneeswith a sigh that heaves."Where are we...
I once wished to love and be loved
but now
I think I've fallen in love with the idea of being loved
and it has become difficult
to be the...
There was a girl who sat in the dirt, on her knees,As she played with the bees,Who banged on the keysOf her piano strings.Her laughter...