In the dark hours a quill dips into ink
A pen scribbles insane thoughts...
It is not the heart
that suffers most...
RHYMES RULE OUR LIVES!
Think about it, you just can’t put rhymes away...
I haven't felt this close
to an anxiety attack in months...
It is the fate of the kind
If they wish it to be...
like paris, france? (haiku)
swing, francewa liked...
I work alone,
but I am part of a team...
As a sit back in the seat I listen to you speak...
by Tanya Southey
She who puts herself together
with perfection is hiding the secret...
What's to be told...?
a heart that fails with a tall-tale...
Sad eyes follow me;
what's the misery...
We had a wild life issue, had to give my crying...