Poems from DMK333
behind happy eyes,
A true girl cries.
She silently weeps for
The poor,
The hungry,
The living,
and the dead.
She cries for the things that...
A question such as this was once asked to me,
I simply said it made me free.
The questioner said, "Well, so does reading!"
to which I...
The Artist
Writes what she feels
And feels what she writes;
Not for herself,
Nor power, nor might.
She does it to make her voice heard
Over...