"choud" poems
I am gay
it's a phase
another wound that hurts more and dose more then a bullet choud do
he meets a new boy they both think he will never under stand
well they mask there wounds from each other
they think they are perfect but is going back in to battle the best thing
well they nurse each others wounds they think its better not to die
because one day
your wounds become scars
and scars fade
Jan 17, 2016
Jan 17, 2016 at 9:39 PM UTC