Poems from kboulware3
It’s ok son, It’s ok
You hurt yourself as you crawled here
Let my embrace wash those tears away
Let the warmth soothe you as I hold you...
Would she be surprised to know I still remember
That I thought of her this past September
That few are revered with thoughts so kind
And...
Old Antebellum we remember thee well
The South’s deep heat and the stories it tells
The cotton grew deeper on miles of plantation...
Girl by the pool, girl by the pool
Beauty bestowed and wits by
For such beauty I’ll play the fool
And show to you where the river lie
...
In every verse there is a delight
In every line perhaps a fear
If you ask why it is I write
I write because I’m here
Clouded thoughts and...