Curled up in the depths of my closet,
cold from fear...
It is beneath the purest light of the midnight sky...
that my very first tears fall...
The last spark
was my...
Us, poets, evoke on emotions that
no matter how simple are never...
So I have bled for you
You who do not care...
Trust the man whose feet
point just the way he's going...
Every time she falls,
she lands upon rocks of memories...
Silver moon
shining upon an ocean of reflection...
When fear surrounds you,
my love will follow you...
Where to
from here...
So many things in my heart I feel
Sadness, Depression Trust Me it's real...
We are wild,
Feral little things...