Siddartha Beth Pierce > Writing | WritersCafe.org

You don't know who I am or do you? You don't even know my name or could you? Hear me calling out to you in the darkness wanting you so to embarce m..

My homeland Ireland shamrocks while whiskey talks from one-eyed cats in pubs as the church choir sings 'Bye, Bye Miss American Pie' in drunken..

Your eyes wink I wince with anticipation your green eyes glitter like a star reminding me of your homeland afar- Green eyes and Irish blood t..

Snippets snappets epitaphs are what we are left with when you left this world what will carry on beyond your body feeding the worms beneath th..

A woven soul placed back together after seperation anxiety from child and hearth- tore it to little pieces. Together again it sings a song of mer..

When you were three you said to me with your eyes I beseech you Should I partake in this berry that you offer- 'Oh yes, my dear' was my reply at..

A golden ring you placed around my heart to show me your devotion- that no matter whether here together now or far apart we would always be lin..

Once you came to my door a darling smile you bore within your eyes I saw the sweet dance of love unforsaken- by anything, anyone that stepped be..

Come to me my friend let me hold you, in the end there is nothing left to trust but the memory of us- in kind embrace and sorrow yet on the ..

I fear now yet I fear not as is to fear is only fear itself- I do not let that take me away yet today, I can not find the words I wish to sa..