In childhood we open wide for all to enter in, we know not those with poor intent expose us to their sins. They take the pictures from our walls and treat them with distain, they break our cherished keepsakes unaffected by our pain.
By Patrick House2 years ago in Poets
Like a queen she stood alone, high above the rest. Her petals soft, but firm and strong to splendor did attest. Her thorns were sharp, lest some should try to pry her from the Earth,