Poems from nicole.rehwinkel
Who protects the sinners
And shields them from nasty scorn
Though they did not commit an atrocity
Some view it just that way
Some others...
He sits alone
Staring out the window
Watching the cold flakes float down
To add to the ever-growing piles
Bitter cold wind whistles by
But...
You think it's rather funny don't you
The way you send your little notes
With their harsh words and angry tones
You thought it was all a...