Poems from sharpay
"Mama, it's another drought," she said
The winds blow fiercely against the tiny hut
The land, brown and cracked, seemed to dry up even...
I watch you from a distance
Eyes, lips, I long to touch
Yet you seem more than a million miles away.
I wonder what's going on in that...
With a grin, a flash of teeth, a look
I am pulled under your force
I can lose myself in you
Your eyes are my rapture.
Knees...