I don't remember when I saw her first. I don't remember when I saw her first.

This poem is dedicated to the times we feel very helpless and tied down. It reflects the thoughts of... This poem is dedicated to the times we feel very helpless and tied down. It refl...

God willing not to give me bad luck... God willing not to give me bad luck...

The little bluebird that sits their alone Always singing songs, wondering where was its home The little bluebird that sits their alone Always singing songs, wondering where ...

A poem reflective of past memories and childhood days. A poem reflective of past memories and childhood days.

I stare at you every night while playing guitars I stare at you every night while playing guitars