Poems from mpfunder
When I walk into a room
Full of people
Laughing
Talking
Flirting
I laugh too.
I forget the parts of me that I don’t want people to see.
I...
My mentor came to take my hand
And with a voice so kind,
Said, “Come along and we shall see
What angels we can find.”
I took her hand...
Poetry is dead, he said,
As he woke up with the sun.
As his breath came out in gentle puffs
And a silent song was sung.
Yes, poetry is...