"abanded" poems
If poems could keep secrets
They would be bare
There would be no red rose
No tears of devisation
No vast fields of color
No love or hate
No emotion
No anything just a bare feild abanded
The words would fade
The sentence would run away back into the pencil you hold
Pomes can not keep secrets all pomes reaval something
Jun 11, 2015
Jun 11, 2015 at 7:40 AM UTC
In this life, I guess some of us just get completely abanded, are self suffocating, and can never be loved...
I just wish it wasn't me.
Apr 16, 2014
Apr 16, 2014 at 1:44 AM UTC