Ok, so, let's skip the obvious... I like to write pretty dark poems, but that doesn't necessarily make me a dark person. In fact I'm a very happy person! Or, well, I can be pretty pissed of sometimes too. Let's just say I can shift moods very easily... |
Drifting, he tries to find the place where her...
Lying there, feeling the cold of his core...
I stand in a field
A flower in my hand...
Drifting, he tries to find the place where her...
Lying there, feeling the cold of his core...
When covering a hard and uncaring world
with white pure innocence...
Watching you wait
For heaven to open it’s arms for you...
In my final moment you came
Like a ray of sunshine through thick, grey clouds...