Poems from IcedTia13
Sugar and spice,
and everything nice:
any girl worth her salt remebers these words,
these perfect ingredients to never be slurred.
But I'...
Day after day I sit in this chair,
Day after day I breathe the stale air,
expecting to learn something,
anything clear.
So why am I sitting...
Some call it love
while some say it's passion.
For some it's a hobby,
no more than a pastime,
but to me it is neither,
not a love nor a...
He took my heart and ran with it.
Far away he ran,
and when I asked him for it back,
too far had he run away.
I called out into the dusky...
It's weird,
this thing they call life.
It twists,
ups, downs, side to side,
Jerking me around
as if I am nothing but a doll.
But I am...