Poems from 16loganm
No one has been home in weeks
They wonder when she'll return
All of her belongings remain
Yet all of her memories are gone with her
They...
Hating someone is easier than missing them
Yet you taught hating is wrong
Likewise what they did to you is wrong
Aren't two negatives...
I see them in my dreams
Though occasionally in my oven
Thou haveth beauty even Shakespeare would fail to describe
So gold and crispy ...