"foundit" poems
I watch the flakes fallCrystal clear and ice blueThere’s to many to countOne boot foundIt was a horrible endPain ERUPTS In my headYou’re DEADFound in a driftAs the clouds float like Long lost shipsThey carry spiritsTo hopeful starsIt’s now to late to knowJust who you are
Jan 13, 2010
Jan 13, 2010 at 11:02 AM UTC