It took many years
to efface the surface...
Abuse is quiet.
It's a quiet thing...
My happiness is futile, which appears
like the ray of sun in frigid climate...
you're not eating and we're trying everything we...
you decided to overcome
your fears on your own...
Here, then:
There is pain...
Ashes all around the air,
bound to this cold world...
I look into your eyes
trying to find the truth...
As soft as smoke, the fire came
trailing through the daffodils...
Have you grown fond of times like this?
When the twilight is soulful...
Oddquain:
The Oddquain form is a short, usually unrhymed...
Taunting, isn't it?
Being unaided in...