Poems from Semm115

Who says you could do this Love, lust, cheat, use. What am I but a fresh pick, That you could never squander if she knew. Regardless,...
Love loved her lover, With more love than she had ever encountered, She was swept up in the beauty of it all, Only too soon would she fall...
Gramma told me that it's bitterness that eats the soul, A bitterness one cannot control. But it is He who shed light, On all of those who...