Poems from ech28501
She awoke with a crook in her neck
and a frown on her face.
Her hair in a whirl
and life in distress
but,
The thought of the little girl...
The thought expressed through the words, The ability to teach what can't be expressed. My words exemplify who I am and what I am. Past,...
misunderstood by the world and it's judgement, assumptions are given but never justified. the girl still smiles even though she's alone....