Farro Writes

Fear. Fear is a strange thing. It makes you do things you wouldn’t do in your right mind. Sometimes unknown and sometimes known fear. Fear of doing things, fear of saying things, fear of disapp...

https://farrowrites.wordpress.com/2018/08/14/fear-2/

Restless night keep you wondering What if someone watches you while dreaming Their gaze stuck on your reflection Moonlight giving glow of perfection Unaware of the battlefield that bleeds Quiltin...

https://farrowrites.wordpress.com/2018/06/05/scattered/

They say I’m weird Although I don’t have a beard A chest full of dreams That shine through the seams Locked away in fears Of stripping away their cheers With daggers and swords Come at them m...

https://farrowrites.wordpress.com/2018/04/06/a-wish/

As I lay awake at night Scared to let sleep take flight Cause I know what awaits On the other side of slumber bait Shadows taking over soul Feeding on my worries all Exhibiting deepest secrets to...

https://farrowrites.wordpress.com/2018/04/05/fear/

Into a million pieces, It wasn’t the mirror, shattered, The soul of thy reflector, Died a thousand deaths, unmattered, With each glance, A million more of her, unraveled, The haven now lost, Le...

https://farrowrites.wordpress.com/2018/01/10/death/

My secret place, lost so soon Happy I was, over the moon Scared of my own happiness, Couldn’t accept the naughtiness, Destined I may be for all they see, To sit curled up under the tree, Burni...

https://farrowrites.wordpress.com/2017/12/23/lost/

Sitting alone, all curled up under the tree Waiting for the light, that would set me free Or is it the ground, that’ll split and take in me For what I have done, repentance can’t I see

https://farrowrites.wordpress.com/2017/12/20/264/

I saw a light, shinning through, Wandering in the forest blue, Hiding from the hungry crew, That set to soak all its sinew.   Mighty yet frail oh so, Broken down yet you go, Hoping for a sunny s...

https://farrowrites.wordpress.com/2017/12/19/smile/

Lust or love, how do you know? Oh my heart, will you not blow? A getaway, too good you show, But dare you ever go so low? A million questions for you though, First of which, is your own glow, Ye ...

https://farrowrites.wordpress.com/2017/12/18/lust-or-love/

Impish eyes that look for you, Hunting for the kismet new, Tweaking, twisting, drew, Switching modes anew, Do ye have any clue, Ye pine me strew.   Farro.

https://farrowrites.wordpress.com/2017/12/16/258/