Poems from InvisiblePowerBall
A Fathers Love?What is that?You see this girl never knew a father's loveThe long walks the long talksShe got none of thatShe sometimes...
It's 2:00 am, he lays awake in bed contemplating life.Should he stay or should he go?Will they even notice he's gone?He cries for help but...
BlackAs a kid Black was just a color in the crayon boxIt was the color of the night skyIt was word I used to describe my best friends...