Poems from chelsea.finch.9
Sitting on the front porch,In the swing alone.I watch as the sky slowly fades,And I listen to the crickets chirp.And I'm sad to say but I...
With shaky hands I held the blade,In which the first cut was made.I smile and laugh right with you,But no one knows my feelings true....
The air I breathe,
The things I see,
They make me tick.
The scents I smmell,
The places I go,
They make me tock.
Tick tock goes the...