Poems from Aleoaks
You can’t go back
Hold on to yourself
and make what you want
The thing of the past is
that when you see yourself
the past is there
but...
The tree stands through the day
It stands through the night
The tree moves with the wind
It grows with the light
If I knew that I could...
Maybe if I tilt my faceStill...The lighting isn't quite rightI'm also having a bad hair dayI'd rather just stay out of sight
The dear lens...
I've come to the idea that I'm vulnerable towards hope
and my angst gets stronger as I recollect where I've been
I've heard it takes some...