Sparrows I could watch all day, The way they hop and fight and play. I watch them through the window’s glass, In my garden, bold as brass. I want to put them in my mouth, Squeeze their bones, feel them bounce In my cupped hands, their little beaks Pecking as they scratch and squeak. I…Read More
I have this splinter in my heart. Cold and sharp, it makes me start. It has no business being there, I wish I could learn not to care. A proper person minds it not, Their woes, once felt, are soon forgot. They brush away their tears and smile, All is forgiven, in a while. But…Read More
Your hair would be a curly mane,
As dark as deepest night.
Your lips would be a cherry red,
Your eyes so blue and bright.
Your skin, the colour of spun gold,
As caramel as his,Read More