Poems from amoore8
Open your eyes, awake and new
Long roads of pain all wait for you
Your level of try grows to its peak
Pushing you to the goal you seek
And...
Captured and still
Painted with skill
She waits with grace
A darling face
Heavenly glow
Painter will show
Beauty behold
And story...
They lay across the morbid green,
With words of love for all to see.
All with stories of their own,
And some heed warnings dead would moan...
The functions in his speech are this
Just math, and math, more math, what bliss
Worn out from every readers use,
A mildew smell, some pages loose,
The lines once black have long been gray,
And crooked spine’s seen...