Poems of the World, Erica M. [e books free to read .TXT] 📗

Autumn

Autumn leaves surrender on the ground curled up. Lovely and withered within. Dampness takes the roots of spectacular plants by surprise, as they drink like thirsted. Autumn beautiful and accomplished by Mother Nature. Love thee well and never forget.

The One

The lion fell in love with the lamb and so did I. I, I only know who is the chosen one. I lay in the lush green grass. Looking at the clouds above, thinking if you for surely are the one, the one I need, want, and desire. You and I hand in hand and I love you preciously forever and forever 'till elders we are.

Right Path

Be careful of the path you pick to take, it could overcome you and bring less joy. Pick wisely, the right one is there somewhere waiting for you. Less fortunate, more powerful, undiscovered by you willingly. The path chosen is irresistible, and lovely. Always devour your choice no matter what preposition you held.

Alone

Suffering in the dark, bland room alone. Wanting more than just me, myself, and I. This contemptible, long room does not satisfy me, unlike you do. Wanting you with me, to hold me, make me feel safe. It seems like it's been a century hugging myself tight waiting for you. Come quick or I will suffer more and more each second your gone.

Help

Someone anybody help. Quivering in the rain. Yelling for someone to come and save me from this nightmare. Huddled in a corner of brick wall I lay, soaked, and lonely. I wake from my dream thankful it wasn't real, until I realize I'm huddled by a brick wall cold and wet.

Publication Date: 03-13-2010

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