Poems from Stripedkangaroo

There once was a lady who had three beautiful daughters And she loved each very much, she said. she raised them in a world of strife...
This beautiful world  spins on its axis  at a thousand miles an hour hurtling through a dark empty void  but I am standing still.  In the...
a fleeting flashing smile akin to lightning in a bottle  a piercing, heavy gaze too hard for others to follow a developing dalliance an...
I'm tired, please stop. It's late, and I'm starting to hate the sound of the hands on the clock. Counting every minute, every hour That you...