"urrounded" poems
S urrounded by the silence that screams
I beg the lord to help me and these dreams
N ot only be in love but I begin to hate
G lory is still here its never to late
L ose the hope you desire with fire
E rase my heart which is held by a liar
Dec 10, 2016
Dec 10, 2016 at 2:59 PM UTC