Poetry Blogs (peace of mind)
Nicola Beckett on The Cost Of Your Hand (2 hours ago)
Nicola Beckett on big lots (6 hours ago)
I'm constricted by the fact, that life is to share,
I just see poor judgment, and a silly content,
of stay where you were hand, to raised and to forget.
Over bed or on couch, your time shall come next,
As the rest of your days, bad-thoughts, hopes and prays.
It is said that's not true, for you to be alone,
So to them I should say, my half never became.
I've been thinking ...
Friday 30th December 2016 2:22 pm