A poem I wrote during a bout of procrastination. Unedited and clichéd, it’s the first poem I’ve written in a while. I’m definitely out of practice! If I feel up to it, I may tweak/rewrite it in the next few days, but thought I might as well share it here since it’s something I have…
A poem to the one I love. __________________________________________ They say that words are daggers, Each comes with sharpened tip. With hearts their worldly target, From careless hands they slip. They say that words are mountains, Roots deep within your mind, Once they’re home upon your page, To the world they bind. They say…
Victoria Elizabeth Ann 