Poems from vannallena42
It's how it is, it's life.
I look up and there's a big cloud;
Caterpillar shaped and fluffy.
I look down and there's a hole in my sock.
I...
So when you're finished with me,
Will I be disposed like an old wash towel?
Torn, worn, and rough on the corners.
Loose threading and loose...
A slight mist of rain surrounds the coming night,
A few scattered summer fireflies flicker in the darkness,
An easy breeze swirls, welcomed...
To be in the middle of this,
Should I be a friend
Or should I be more?
Being your friend is wonderful,
But being your lover is a beautiful...
Speak softly into the chambers of my heart.
Never let go as you kindle me like a fire on a frigidly cold winter night.
Touching your...