Poems from mike.west44
Write it, and they will come; the poem of our lives. Take up your pen and paper, lay down your words and rhymes, put down what we all think...
The smell of the wet grass wakes all up first, barely ahead of the chirp from the little bird out the window; all in perfect time to wake...
To feel your soul leave you, sucked away by some unknown void, watching it pull away, as your world goes black.
Your pupils swallow your...
Harder to say goodbye,
when I don't know if I'll ever see you again.
You mean the world to me,
you've helped pull me out of my own...
In a single fleeting terrifying second
those words slipped out of your mouth;
prisoners hell-bent on destruction and anarchy. ...