Poems from amoore8
The mark so bright upon her breast,
Weighs like stone upon her chest.
Her crime is seen by all who pass,
The love she once felt: will it...
The kite flew high, and lightening hit,
From that point on our light was lit.
X squared plus seven plus seven --- that’s Algebra’s ease,
The sine of theta is Trig, a breeze,
Calculus dy/dx is fine,
But to prove this...
To prove this theory I must admit,
This proof will prove my mind unfit
His explanations of his work,
Show that he has some type of quirk,
And I...