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...

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

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

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

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

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

It came fast
Then disappeared...

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

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...