"eaily" poems
I wish to speak your language
More so to be fluent.
I'd whisper words I fear to say
The risk being , you would understand.
The heart does not speak however. It is silent
It is a weapon.
It can turn on the soul so eaily.
Feb 17, 2011
Feb 17, 2011 at 11:07 AM UTC
I wish to speak your language
More so to be fluent.
I'd whisper words I fear to say
The risk being , you would understand.
The heart does not speak however. It is silent
It is a weapon.
It can turn on the soul so eaily.
Feb 17, 2011
Feb 17, 2011 at 11:05 AM UTC