"souds" poems
'kennedy'
you say my name
and it souds so right.
it rolls off your tounge
like you were always meant to say it.
If I were a musician
I would write an entire album of you
and everything I feel when you are near.
Jun 13, 2013
Jun 13, 2013 at 2:51 PM UTC
how comes that
hell souds like angel
and heaven rhymes with devil
maybe there's not only one path
no mercy,
or wrath
or maybe there's only the human nature
who's just winning to lose
and forgetting not to choose.
-May Colde
Sep 14, 2019
Sep 14, 2019 at 9:10 AM UTC