Poems from cmar16
'French,' she told us, 'Is the language of love'
She sounded like she knew what she was talking about
She was a professor after all
So I...
I can feel the wind through the windows and my veins and my head is pounding at the thought of you so when she offers me a cigar I say...
My sister chronicled her life in pictures
Of sports teams, school dances, and friends
Plastered across her walls.
My brother chronicled...