Alone – poem

Walking on this dirt track The bumps beneath my feet like the life that I live If my tears could be bottled I know I would have swimming pools I walk alone along this path Not even birds cross my path The thought of you in my mind And what would you reply? With an…

Sticks And Stones

Sticks and stones May break my bones They make leave a scar or two A scratch that bleeds A bruise that heals Yet those names you throw at me They still hurt me You won’t see a scar Or even a bruise There will be no blood Flowing through Yet deep inside There lies a…