ComeA Poem by Maureenalexandra
The tepid water continues to rise
A flood of young love's tears, birthed of a sweet girl's heartache I'll build us an ark and pick you up, my love Soon as the snow moon emerges Soon as it comes to light my way Don't forget to grab the dog We might not be coming home © 2014 Maureenalexandra |
StatsAuthorMaureenalexandraNJAboutAmateur writer. I started writing to heal from the intense pain of my daughter's addiction. Now I write what I feel, the good, the bad, and the raw. more.. |