I'm the first to admit: I may not be the best...
I may not be able to afford to give you everything...
Tanjina
T ake this world step by step...
Lies pour out like rain falls,
I said I wouldn't, but I did it all...
His head is round his eyes are blue
he doesn't talk like me and you...
My child of rage, though desperate,
is tired of running in her shoes of glass...
In the shadow of the Swallow's Nest,
the castle at the very tip of Crimea, skulks...
In days of young and past,
he shone bright with his smile...
It's not my place.
I can't help but fume...
I miss you, I miss you
I miss you...
Your poems they glow
And your words kindness show...
What is there to remember,
the smell of death or the fountain smile crowded...
Rosemary’s Baby
Rosemary’s baby is a baby of mine...