House of Osprey

By Jr_pieces If eyes fade, unable to see beauty that’s been here for ages, Skin scribbled like pages by wrinkles, I hope touch still reminds

by Kleins Dickson I was too young to love Too young to be loved But I possesed strong feelings for her Love that came on

Poem by Stinky. To look back is like standing up a hill, And squinting to the rolling valley below. Where once your hair swayed in