Poems from nenerounds
Love
Love is the water the thirsty heart depends on
Refreshes, renews, remembers
Love is the hole you eventually fall into
Exaggerates,...
Writing and reading has always been a part of me since I was in kindergarden.
Even though at time it got hard and
I thought I couldn't keep...
The fire licks at my clothing. The ends of my black dress singed by the flames. The town's people scream at me as I'm helpless for I'm...