Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
May 2016
The Death of Friendships
Come now,
the rain.
Wash the blood off my hands,
wash the scars off my heart.
Phia
Written by
Phia  25/F/In My Own World
(25/F/In My Own World)   
143
   axr
Please log in to view and add comments on poems