Poems from samuelshrews
Battered and bruised,
I make my final stand.
Beaten by love,
A force which I cannot command.
Slave to my heart,
Chained to cupids bow.
An...
As dawn approaches
and sunlight falls on the door,
the mist from the nights rainfall coats the window,
carrying the pleasant smell of...
Who am I?
Often we find it hard to define ourselves,
plagued by the influence of society.
Am I really me?
Or am I just a part of the...
Little boy wakes up screaming.
No mother there, to coddle him back to dreaming.
Little boy sees mother leaving,
thinking it's his fault.
"...