Elizabeth Hunt Poems

If She could do one thing for herself it would be the unthinkable...
Constant expectation and pressure... Always living in her own
shadow... Knowing so much... But still knowing soo little... The
darkness that is always invading her heart and soul... The dream of
...

In such a hurry to sprout wings and fly away. The innocents is lost
without a single thought. So ready to take in the world. So egar to
make a name for yourself. Slow down little rasscle you still have
sometime. So much on your mind but even more on your heart. You want
...

My description of a word....

Not knowing, Always hoping... Wishing, Dreaming, Seeing and
Believing... Hurt, pain, heartbreak, rain... Enchantment, spells,
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Your essence that capivates my soul. Your warmth that so easily finds
it's way to my heart. The thought of you being dares me to hope one
more day. Blissful ignorance to who you are and what you inspire. The
modesty that steals my heart my heart and makes me desprite to know
...