Have you ever wanted to hear
the rush of angel wings?
Have you ever gazed up & wondered
about heavenly things?
By: J.N.R Dutton
Have you ever wanted to hear
the rush of angel wings?
Have you ever gazed up & wondered
about heavenly things?
By: J.N.R Dutton
A million thoughts run through her brain
Wondering, does he really
Love her, or to him is it a game?
Is he genuine?
If she cut away all the fancy romantic talk
Would he be the one to walk the walk?
or is it all a facade?
By:J.N.R Dutton
This thought just came into my head
Dropped like a ton of bricks, or lead
What would you do if your creativity was dead?
All your good poetry finished, everything you had to say, said?
Honestly, though the thought came to me, I’ve no idea what my answer would be
By:J.N.R Dutton