I have been writing poems since i was a young girl. writing is my passion, and my passion goes all out when i have time on my hands. |
Why do i see you on soft winter nights?
when the fires blaze with warmth and delight...
The night is young and so are we,
you made me the happiest i could ever be...
I am a little fairy,
On a little red toadstool...
I’m left alone in this big room,
I cannot see a thing...
I could see his eyes,
So dark and lonely...
If tears could build a stairwall, |