Steve Armstrong Poems
|11.||Be Still My Heart||5/30/2011|
|14.||What Is Love?||11/22/2005|
|15.||Life Ebbs Away...||11/16/2005|
|16.||Your Always There For Me||11/20/2005|
|21.||I Yearn For You||12/4/2005|
|29.||Rain Pours Down||11/18/2005|
Comments about Steve Armstrong
She sat there, her feelings burning inside of her,
her love, anger, guilt, pain all eating away at her.
How could she tell them what she felt?
Her own mother and father?
They would never approve of it, they were too old fashioned,
couldn’t see things had changed since their day.
No, it was no use, her only option was…
was to run, run far away, away from the arguments,
shouting and the disapproving stares.
She grabbed the case from on top of the old, antique wardrobe,
placing it on her bed before her,
the bed that she had laid in since she was a ...
I see him from across a crowded room;
It sounds like the beginning to a cheesy love story,
But, I have to admit, he is GORGEOUS! ! !
Deep, enchanting brown eyes,
The bronzed skin of a modern day Adonis,
And the muscles to match!
Jet black hair, darker than the night,
Darker than anything I've ever seen before,