becca franklin
I don't know what to write here. I'm in college, learning, exploring, changing, and finding out what it means to be me. I love to write poetry.
FLYING HOME.
A silver lake amist the sky
The clouds they shine
For you and I.
We sit and watch
the earth go round
Our future's ropes
tightly bound.
You look into
my emerald eyes
Searching for
my hidden lies.
Secrets kept--
tucked away
Hidden for another day.
