Did you read what
Tyler Knott Gregson
wrote "Wasted are the
days where the skin
beneath our clothes
doesn't get touched"
she told him. Before
she knew it he fiercely
ripped open the buttons
of her shirt. He took his
hands and touched her
chest freeing all that
was trapped within.
Lips to lips they created
a magical kiss. Skin on
skin they felt the shivers
begin. Body heat filled
the room sweat dripped
like rain slipping off
forest tree leaves. Moans
got louder as they felt the
thrill begin. She said kiss
me over and over to write
fine poetry on my skin we'll
read It together to see if it could
rhyme after we have a glass of red wine ~

By Tyler Knott Gregson

How quickly jealous
i become
of the wind
when it,
and not i,
gets the privilege
of properly
messing up
your hair

"Some truths rise slowly,
that we are what we wait for,
and what waits for us."

Brown and ugly deep inside
No one knows she has to hide
The fact that she has a billion lies
She can no longer stay inside

Heart sharp like a knife
No one knows about her fight
She tries to keep her burning light
But there is no hope in sight

It's in her heart
She wants a fresh start
But that's the part
She wants to dart

We think we fail
We all want to bail
She wants her fairy tale
But she is just too frail

She can always overcome
This thing is done
The monster has succumb
She has finally won


By: Mary Gregson