Erica Ross : Writing

Through My Dreams

Through My Dreams

A Poem by Erica Ross


When God really wants to talk to me
To My Love

To My Love

A Poem by Erica Ross


It was about that time to dedicate one to YOU
Sunday

Sunday

A Poem by Erica Ross


Why can't everyday feel like a Sunday?
Gut Feeling

Gut Feeling

A Poem by Erica Ross


There are some things that do not sit well with meThere are some things I am suspicious aboutBecause every time that we are all together, something do..
Hidden Water

Hidden Water

A Poem by Erica Ross


In the hidden water is my own little oasisIt is my escape, it is my get awayBy the hidden water is the answer to it allBy the hidden water is a magica..
I'd Still Choose You

I'd Still Choose You

A Poem by Erica Ross


I don't know how it feels to be you, but I can imagineI could bet that most times you are happy, but sometimes your life wreaks havocAnd I bet you don..
My Pride

My Pride

A Poem by Erica Ross


For when you are feeling unappreciated, when you know you are the greatest
The Walk of Life

The Walk of Life

A Poem by Erica Ross


The walk of life is sometimes a path unknownBut we still walk along kicking around rocks and stonesSometimes we take a break because the journey can t..
Sleep

Sleep

A Poem by Erica Ross


What does sleep and a prostitute have in common?