Poems from e_coltman
Pretty, pretty, pretty
That word is thrown around
Thrown at trash and treasure alike
But know this!
Just listen to the words coming from my...
Poetry is the soul, written in ink
You might as well ask me
Why do I breath, why do I think?
These words set my thoughts free
They are a...
A person worth a thousand words
A soul so clean and pure
A smile pulls one forever towards
His laughter the best cure
His love is a...