"curous" poems
its hard to fine a freind.
when your dreams are moveing like leaves in the wind.
there is no wilder course
such as a lonely iron horse
there's no crazyer footpath
till you feel my falling wrath.
my feelings are like water
curous this dagger of fracture.
takeout my beaten pass my broken heart
departed from the impart of my sweetheart.
you will have one of humankinds
masterminds of one!
Jun 13, 2016
Jun 13, 2016 at 9:56 AM UTC