Poems from foxcat95
Seventeen:
An age that brought a love so pure and true.
So true, yet they played make believe
Just as children do.
Moving on, she found...
Footsteps at the door,
The figure now a stranger.
Transformed from a once joyful soul
To now a true tormentor.
A thief of trust and romance...
Benign snowfall acts as a reminder,
Of the months that have elapsed;
Falling softly, directed by the breeze,
And tender in its tracks.
A...