Poems from jlschwoch@mosd.org
What once was a lovely rose
Beautiful full of warmth, love, color, and kindness
Now slowly wilts
What once was beautiful is now a gruesome...
Memories are a gift of life
, some are meant to be shared with friends,
others are meant to be kept a secret,
some are happy and full of...
When I look in his eyesI can see his love for mewithin his arms he keeps me safethe touch of his hand holding mine reminds me that I'm his...
I can feel your strong hands on the small of my backas you hold me in your loving armswhile we slow dance under the starsas fire flies...
I sit here in the corner of the cafeteria every daylately alone just observing peoplehave you ever done that ?Just watching people continue...