I have to be strict Or else they’ll come through my door I have to say goodbye Or else they’ll … More
Tag: poem
GOLDEN HANDS: The Song
So this is surreal. This beautiful girl by the name of Sonja brought my poem ‘Golden Hands’ to life… I … More
GOLDEN HANDS
And then she fellThat familiar fallSuddenBut expected Her face stained with tearsHer heart heavyHer throat swollenHer small frame crumbled onto … More
Snow Globe
I’m looking into a snow globe I see myself inside I look so fragile there The glass makes everything magnified … More
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