Love is such a pretty blues,
There are downs, and ups, and all sorts of hues.
Love is such a playful fear,
A feeling that lingers, and sings a song, too hard to hear.
Love is such an unbeknownst preposal,
A mandatory lottery. That, usually, you...
PINGAS, Poetry
Alas, he was gracious
Sheltered me, while I was broken,
Broken beyond repair, and he was there for me.
When I needed help most, he was there.
I felt prosecuted, and taken away from life's simplistic joys.
Fruit, poetry, paintings, and music,
A...
Love, Memories, Poem, Poetry