She cried all night,
Needing love...

It seems like yesterday when we first met,
So young and free we used to be...

Take me away,
Far from this place...

This is a story, not a poem. Its for Creative...
His hands were thick, his fingers big and beefy...

*This is my second Tanka I had to do for creative...
In this dark cruel world...

Another assignment. Free verse I Am.. poem.
I am Shy and Nervous...

You asked me if I was okay.
How could I tell you the truth...

What we have...
Its rare.. Its special.. Its my everything...

Ever since that one single night,
Everything has changed...

Dont you get tired of sitting and waiting,
For the day that might never come...

Tired of living the same old lie
Tired of waiting for you to hurt me...

It hides its own secrets,
And doesn't know why...