Poems from ashleym1997
The winds outside my window sound like the voices of rioters on the verge of revolution.
Its slaps against the glass sound like the...
Why should I go with you, Miss Forever and Sir Always?
We are sturdy and gentle and loyal and true.
Then what shall I do if I grow bored...
The queen of the land walked to and fro.
"A savior!" "A martyr!" at them she would yell.
This is not true, her subjects all know.
...
In an old building at the back of an alley
Sits an equally old piano.
One can imagine the chants and steps it once played,
Yet now it sits...
Why must star-crossed lovers complain?
It is better to have lost than to have never loved at all.
What of those of us who never...