trisha wayford.

Here on this page, you will find excerpts from my poetry drafts and short stories that I wish to share with you.

Please be respectful,

Trish,

when holding hands with others i always think of you

whenever your voice rang my head i knew that it was true

when i have come to realise there is no one like you

it was too late, i was too late

i wish i knew sooner

your eyes so beautiful, enticing

like two crystals set in stone.

they were shining so brightly,

they were my whole world.

your arms so beautiful, enticing

carved like out of stone.

but they gave up on me, darling

they're cold now just like snow.