Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
It was many years ago when we first met, Doing strange things most people wouldn’t get. Estranged, I was, never mattered to you,
By michael9 years ago in Poets
Late at night or Maybe it was more Like in the twilight hour. All huddled up in my tent She and I… This one that I... She kept grabbing my
By Neil Heddings9 years ago in Poets
