You can find me under an apple tree, tucked in the shelter of my mind. I’ll be reading beneath an apple tree; I’ve left the real world behind.
By Cara Evans12 months ago in Poets
Dear Time, Could you stop, maybe? Or just slow down a little? I’m sorry to be a pain, I’m just a little scared is all.
By Cara Evansabout a year ago in Poets
I saw a man the size of a boulder, He was stood on another man’s shoulders. Said “Im just this tall, I swear!” Swore the other guy weren’t there.
I walk down the road we call life, The journey’s one hell of a ride. Don’t know where I’m heading. Won’t race to the ending.