My Horse And Me Jumping over hurdles my horse and me the field is wide the air is free each leap we take is trust and flight
By Marie381Uk 5 months ago in Poets
Jumping Over the Moon and Stars Jumping over the moon and stars your loving me is all I need the night is soft the sky is wide
Hold My Hand Dear Lord Hold my hand Lord I want to be your daughter a child you can trust when the storms roll near I do not ask for riches or crowns
Work, work, work, working Men, women, working on tasks till completion paid. a working man too (pexels.com)
By Mark Graham5 months ago in Poets
Labor and the workingman/woman of ambition and the ambitious individuals belonging to a group organization organized of various
I Know Your Dirty Little Secret I know your dirty little secret Mr Jones you hide behind your clever tones you smile at faces play your part
Where are the nice men ? Where did all the nice men go The ones who smiled without schemes Who listened and laughed with ease
Internet Love Scam He sat alone with hope in hand searching for love he could not command a message came, soft words to bind
Not Where I Was, Not Where I’m Going I stopped counting the streets behind me but my feet kept moving, steady and slow the shop windows were shadows,
The Haunted Public Toilets The haunted public toilets stand in town a place that really should come down for inside waits a ghost so crude
Last month I wrote a story about my experience with dating sites: Finding a new partner seems to be worse than 'Mission Impossible.'
By Calvin London5 months ago in Poets
You were the first The first I could trust with my heart Now the world is tearing us apart And I don’t know what to do
By Atomic Historian5 months ago in Poets
