Poems from Whitneymaree
She’s shy seems submissive although she feels strong
She handles worry as though its her last song
She doesn't understand why she feels all...
His hands were callused as I cradled them in my soft ones,
Laced with a lifetime of hard work.
I could almost smell the diesel fuel...
Wrong were the story's we were told as children
A prince will find you and carry you away
Your chance to shine is soon to come
A prince...