I was born in Spain, and started writing when I was baout nine. Most of its death poems or horror or just plain insane. |
Your eyes met mine for the first time that day.
They looked into mine they did not stray...
I have a skull itâ??s nice and white
Bleached by the sun and early morning light...
Your eyes met mine for the first time that day.
They looked into mine they did not stray...
To the world you may be one person.. |