Poems from BWintersfield
She will always hold a place
special in my heart
Even though, in the end
we have grown apart.
A first love so strong and dear
that lasted...
These words are not my own
but what others want to hear
living a lie, a puppet’s string
forcing words that sound so dear.
Listen to me...
If I could find
the right words
I would tell you them
make you understand
make you love me again.
But words fail me
I cannot speak
left...
In the shadows
hiding from their voices
hush, little girl
I will protect you.
They will not beat you
or scream at you
their violent...
Lovely lark song leaking through
the lime green leaves
of low lithe trees
letting love and lies linger in the blue.
Standing somberly in...