Written after my mom decided she was leaving dad for the fifth time four years ago. Needless to say, she didn't leave him afterall.
Yaya!
just once i have felt this way, and it is the best feeling in the world to me.
A simple poem that I wrote after reading a passage of "A Tree Grows in Brookly" by Betty Smith
This poem has a sort of twist
This was just as an afterthought. Well a much bigger afterthought.I wanted expression and this is what I could find
