Poems from KinHerb
Dear Lovely
How art thou in your shackled sleep?
In thy's hallowed cell you once called home
Where people trod on thy delicate flesh...
Time remains constant as I watch the leaves change color,
As the breeze takes them for a graceful descent,
Watching them from my window,
As...
Love is not something defined by a box,
It's more abstract, but what's not?
Love is the warmth of your hand in mine,
It's the shoulder we...
Love is an emotion freeing as binding,
A single look, a touch, more sufficating than chains,
Fist kisses, confessions, more free than...
There was a knife, who stabbed all things,
Be it the heart, mind, or soul,
It mattered not,
For it was a knife, it knows no right or wrong...