Wish you were never born Wish you never came to be Wish you were never came around Wish you weren’t my father All you are is just a ghost
By Megan Ryanabout a year ago in Poets
Tiny seed slumbering beneath. It Awakens as it spirals out of the soil Bursting through the ground Reaching the sky above
By Megan Ryan2 years ago in Poets
The whistling kettle calls to me. Telling me it's time for tea I grab my Tinkerbell mug off the shelf As I try to decide what to have for myself
