Paper Cut
I stepped into the library
And you were there.
Softly, silently, I went over,
Releasing a puff of air,
And whispered hello,
For I found a new friend,
Whose pages would crinkle
And last words would be "The end".
YOU ARE READING
The Moon, Sun and Ice Cream
PoetrySo this is just a group of poems I put together. Some are really old, some I will write the day I post them. You're welcome to criticize my work, and give it to me straight. You're also just welcome to read. So, without further ado......
