Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Nov 2015
This is the end beautiful friend. Hurts to set you free but you'll never follow me. The end of laughter and soft lies, the end of nights we tried to die. This is the end.
Mr Mojo Risin
Written by
Mr Mojo Risin  Edinburgh
(Edinburgh)   
381
 
Please log in to view and add comments on poems