Poems from elizabeth.mompoint
No one knows but us
the secret to happiness
we make in our lives.
Why is it we cry
earnestly yearning for more
when some dont have any.
No one's worth dying
for, but the one that you love
and not even then.
The Sun shines so bright
I wonder if its blinded
by its own stark light
An afternoon breeze
calms my most unsettled nerves
and keeps me at peace.