Flowers In The Attic Poem

Up in the attic all aloneno one to play no one to be with melissa rich.

Flowers in the attic poem.

Andrews simile metaphor and figurative language the awful house laughed as we starved it watched us as we did things we should have never done. Thirsting for those solar rays as deep darkness cloak the days. Very little words with alot to say. Flowers in the attic.

On jul 27 2017 08 31 am x edit. 11 26 prev. Poem next poem comments about flowers in the attic by melissa rich. Melodious songs from a single bird the only sound that can be heard.

Poems by melissa rich. Flowers in the attic by. Crystal hope nice poem. Longing for the kiss of dew with the morning dawning true.

In shadows of a windowless room little flowers struggle to bloom. Ashley57 very short but also very big. Grandmother with eyes like a hawk never saw. Flowers in the attic.

Through the twirls of my minds whorls i saw the sun bouncing off your shiny curls unlocking the dungeons in the attics deep below. Flowers in the attic poem by melissa rich. Love doesn t always come when you want it to. Flowers in the attic.

Sometimes it just happens despite your will. On jul 27 2017 01 28 am x edit. Poem by hardik vaidya.