Me to blame Just fortunate. Just Hate.

These are just a collection of poems by one of the most popular and critically respected American poets of the twentieth century, Robert Lee Frost. (March 26, 1874 - January 29 1963) All rights belong to Robert Frost.

Sometimes you just need... A hole to just curl up in and hide from the world.

Hesitated we did, but didn't retort We looked down and believed it.

Who wait. Who watch, the same flawed scene over and over again.

There you were Collapsing in his arms and Falling to his kiss.

Hey you all. This is one of my entries in a contest for Wattpad, in which I have to write a quote that describes my life. If you've read my other book, you'll recognize this. There's only gonna be this one thing in this book, because it's for a contest, but yeah. Here it is. (COMPLETED)

This are poems I have written in 2013 (obviously). I will take requests if you have any. Any requests will result in a dedication. Sadly a the end of this year, this series will be discontinued and I will start another poem book, but you can always go back and retread them if your heart so desires! Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoy them.

Enter the house of horrors.

This is only a small selection of Windswept The full collection is due for publication by Outerbank Publishing Group very shortly. It can be pre ordered at http://www.outerbankpublishing.com/store/#/Windswept-Poems-of-Love/p/53782074/category=14187005 A collection of spiritual poetry of the heart.