Poems from springer01

springer01's picture
lover of Jesus, Poetry, kindness, my saxophone.
He came running back to her, but it was too late. She picked herself up, she ran to safety.  He was the epitome of her hurt. She bled out...
The fence holds me back.  It´s barriers confine me and leave me with just enough room to breathe. My mind is blank.  I can´t even remember...
Do you ever remember every negative thing someone has said about you? Do you want to try and fix yourself for those people who can´t accept...
You came running back to me, but it was too late. I picked myself up,  I ran to safety. You were the epitome of my hurt. I bled out my...
how many things have changed? I find myself alone.  I am trying to find myself. I feel like a drone.   I used to be care free, I used to...