by Laura F.
She busies herself with her embroidery,
As the wind blows outside,
The sound scares her child.
In her mother’s lap
She hides.
Soon the child will grow up,
And venture away from her home,
And there her mother will embroider,
Sitting all alone.
Sunday, November 28, 2010
The Fall of One
by Lauren Priess
Love is complicated,
hard to understand.
There is no definition
written by human hand.
The harder you love,
The harder you fall.
But once you find that love matters after all,
It makes everything else
Seem so small.
People can be cruel
When times of troubles come,
And friendships start to break
Sometimes it hurts someone.
Some things can be given,
Others, more a steal.
You don’t understand how long
It takes someone to heal.
So go ahead and take me,
Just take my all
Don’t bother to look back,
And watch me fall
Love is complicated,
hard to understand.
There is no definition
written by human hand.
The harder you love,
The harder you fall.
But once you find that love matters after all,
It makes everything else
Seem so small.
People can be cruel
When times of troubles come,
And friendships start to break
Sometimes it hurts someone.
Some things can be given,
Others, more a steal.
You don’t understand how long
It takes someone to heal.
So go ahead and take me,
Just take my all
Don’t bother to look back,
And watch me fall
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