“There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside of you” Maya Angelou
Standing underneath the stars. Weaving in and out of love we tangled a web with time. Turning down and around the twisted roads fate. I broke myself in two trying to be seen by you.
By Elijah Glenn5 years ago in Poets
Little hands Work day in day out Paying for a home you’ll never own. Little hands hold your mother As she leaves this world, to the next.