Sometimes,
Just sometimes...

Weeping Willow
She stands there in the darkness...

His eyes look through her,
She knows not why...

Red is the colour,
That burns in your heart...

Black lace, Frames the soft white face.
A white rose, Ends each of the darkened rows...

Shandows are moving, where no-one should be,
Hearing a movement that cannot be seen...

Life is for living, don't take it away,
Immerse yourself, like your last day...

"A man fought a dragon,"
That's how I'll start...

Racists spread hate and gloom,
Ain't needed in our society...

My Mum makes me happy,
My brother makes me mad...

Writing poetry
I'm gunna to write a poem today...

Torn wings run red,
He lies in blood he's bled...