Poems from sarahdougal
I'll wait for you, under the mistletoe
Standing cold with my feet in the snow, snowflakes in my hair and lashes
A kiss sweeter then...
What is an artist?
It is a very vague word.
To be an artist, must you love what you do, or be good at it?
Natural talent or years of hard...
I imagine a story
A scene or situation that I might find myself and those around me in
An earthquake or gruesome battle
A school shooting...
Yesterday, the bench was old.
Sky blue paint peeling and littering the ground in pieces
Splintering my nervous hands and her bare legs...
Some say writers write because of a flaw in our society that they must point out
Or a new idea that blossoms like a lily in their chest,...