Barbara: Poems

Barbara Apr 2016

Their love were of different depths.
He stood tall, so far, so safe at shore.
Yet she was sinking, grappling for air.
Her body descending, heart drowning in despair.

Midnight thoughts

The Reality

Barbara Mar 2016

The Reality

We are all just
passing through,
bumping shoulders
with the breeze
and trying
not to make eye
contact.

~KristenLaura

When love dies

Barbara Mar 2016

When love dies

With tainted eyes,
And soundless cries,
I hear the sadness,
When love dies.

My first poem. It's not perfect, it's not meant to be.

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