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Random First Lines:originally published here and then later in The Alarmist, I hope to include this in my next book. » Read
Growing up I've seen a lot of abuse and not just physical. It's taken it's toll on me and the nightmares never subside.. I finally got out of the grips of my mother&Step father and met a guy whom I have fallen head over heels in love with. This poem was actually written because of him. He's...
We toil but our work from within is different. Toil for money work for love. Is our work redeemable to pay bills? Is the toil earning love? The answers different in each life are explored a little here along with a pinch of confession about
my bad habit of taking those close to me for granted...
Poetry | Updated Jun 3, 2010 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 6
By Silver Wings
New Years Night has always a magical feel about it