Poems from sharpay

"Mama, it's another drought," she said The winds blow fiercely against the tiny hut The land, brown and cracked, seemed to dry up even...
I watch you from a distance  Eyes, lips, I long to touch  Yet you seem more than a million miles away.   I wonder what's going on in that...
  With a grin, a flash of teeth, a look  I am pulled under your force  I can lose myself in you  Your eyes are my rapture.   Knees...