I woke up this morning, and thought to myself, as I gazed across at my withered story shelf... How finally all those love stories speckled with mildew, suddenly seemed just a little bit true.
Then I smiled and opened my little heart wide, as the light came dancing from the sparkling outside. And my eyes glistened with happiness and dew,
As I closed them again - and I thought of you.
YOU ARE READING
Poems for the Brave
PoetryThese poems are for those of us who need to be brave:) ***An autobiography through poetry***
