Home To Me Is Not Society
A poem I wrote on the 1st April 2017 whilst sitting in the beautiful graveyard by Studley Parish Church with my flask of tea, observing the blossom trees and thinking deeply as I always do.…
A poem I wrote on the 1st April 2017 whilst sitting in the beautiful graveyard by Studley Parish Church with my flask of tea, observing the blossom trees and thinking deeply as I always do.…
A poem about a boy I fell for when I was at the naive age of seventeen.…
I was inspired to write this poem when I came across a girl so very beautiful. In that moment, I managed to forget that everybody is uniquely beautiful in their own way - i.e. I forgot that I can be beautiful too. But, here it is...…