Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Sep 2016
Cotton soft and oh so warm
Here ill wait for bitting dawn,
For my bed is cold as winters night,
No comfort will i find tonight.
Shh, so what if it has a name
Death-throws
Written by
Death-throws  hamilton, new zealand
(hamilton, new zealand)   
Please log in to view and add comments on poems