"orcorse" poems
Love is broken
I am dieing
Would you care
If I died
Orcorse not
Because
the broken black rose
Saw your mind
It was dark enough
And mean to me
So seam to be a problem
For me and you
Be proud
I have pored
All the hatred on you
Dec 11, 2017
Dec 11, 2017 at 11:03 PM UTC