Going HomeI’m going home today My home was a beautiful, old place With tiled floors and wooden shutters A testament to history It had a garden With orange trees Where I sipped coffee in the morning Watching the sea It was my parents’ house but They’re... See More »
Help sonnetSuppose I phoned you on my darkest nights, could you reply, and listen to my tales of broken dreams, dreadful times, awful fights. And when I cried would you recall my fails. If I call your number will you be there, explore my feelings no matter what... See More »
