Im one of the people who are like this
i oft’ wonder
to myself on lazy winters morn’
who was she before
before she picked up the quill
and writ such lovely lines
upon my furrowed brow
to ease my burdens
and sorrows away
who was she before ink stained
and blood rained
upon the pages of our life
and chronicled
all that we have become
as onewho was she
before her words wrote me
Nice poem I want to write like this.
