So tired,
alone,
in the serenity of a desert.
How did you get here?
Bless her,
why run?
Stay a while
YOU ARE READING
Maeve's Poetry
PoetryThis is a bundle of my poems. Yes, those I write too. Feedback is always allowed! These poems may not be pretty, and some may be. These poems are the plump heart to darkness and light. Red, and grim, but still beating, and now in your hand, I give y...
