Poems from xSilver
Why do you act like this?
Why can't you be good?
Why can't you be more like them?
Why don't you go out and play?
Why don't you see your...
I was told I had my father's eyes
That had once made me so very happy
To know that I looked just like him
With the same green hues and lips...
She told me that being strong meant to suffer.
And I couldn't possibly fathom her words,
What mother, after all, tells her child to...
My first love was a boy whose beauty could have put Aphrodite's to shame
For his eyes glimmered in the sun like gems
And his smile beamed...
Being a child is a special time
One in which you look up to your guardians
And think - I want to be like them -
As strong as my father
And...