POTP Prompt competition: Let me care for you...
Author's note: This story is based on true recent...
The road called life
we all have to walk...
Masterpiece
Gazing nervously...
Life has no recycle bin, you vandalize you become...
You call on me as in remembrance
confused with champagne...
A flock of birds fly
into the open breeze...
A friendship blossomed
where there was none...
Someone once told me, Just Write
A couple years ago, my life changed...
What is the point of living in boxes?
Of creating nothing, not even hope...
Oh humanity I do despair!
For all your wanton, callous care...
Though some for me may desperately seek
And others shy away from my gaze...
Thousands of mile away
but still there with you my sway...