Poems from Carmela2002
Selene could not find her special power,
Crying silver tears she would scream and cower.
Lonesome nights consumed with fear and worry
Made...
i have lived in a cave most of my years
dragging around a trail of tears
eyes too blue to see the white
heart too cold to see the light...
In just one night
a person can change
they can wake up
and the whole world will feel estranged
The wind in the trees will sing a different...
Does one care for the color of rain?
How it trickles down the window pane.
Or how about the sinister hues of blood?
Does that color change...