Poetry

By cwilliamson

All of the poems I've written. Well, not all of them, but enough.

By cwilliamson on Wed, 16 Aug 2006

A summer breeze blows through my hair, I'm weak at the knees, It doesn't seem fair

By cwilliamson on Tue, 08 Aug 2006

Sometimes I fear I'll never be good enough To please you Or anyone for that matter So what am I supposed to do, Dad?