Poems from itstiery
the clouds above cry silently
hoping for a tale that will never be granted
they are the souls of once roaring
waters now silenced by the...
i look into his eyes
as he stands there
watching my tears fall,
knowing that he will
never see me the way
i see him.
looking at wild flowers,
dancing in the wind,
that attract bees
while flourishing
with each other
they're targetted by envy
that comes...