I love expressing myself through everything little thing I can find. I can be happy with joy and dark with depression. Hope y'all like em. |
The clouds roll in like a herd of wild horses.
Nothing to see but the curse of the sources...
That angel sits
On the perch today...
It doesn't matter
Who I am to you...
It's dark in here,
in this hollow body of mine...
" I just want to say that this poem is about...
She sat there by the window...
In the dark of the night,
He sits and he waits...
To talk without thingking; |
This is for all us girls out there! |