Poems from writteninink
Footprints in the sand will soon fade away
But never will the memories that dreaded day
Maybe Shakespeare was speaking to me
"Lord what...
What if books
Are real
And us
The characters
We are molded
By an author
Who knows not
Who we could be
And that's why some people
Think...
Yes
Of course
I know the werewolf that lives on Willowbrook Road
With eyes as dark as the night sky
And fur that is covered in snow
It's...
When the lights are shining down on you
You finally realize that what you have worked for
Strived for all year
Comes down to a mere three...
Standing on a hill
Feels like I am queen of the world
The city lights dance before my innocent eyes
The whispers that float to my ears
You...