Sorrowfully Noticing
R RoseAnn V. Shawiak
0
Altın Yaprak
Losing ground every day, falling beneath coverlets of life as they warm me.
Keeping away the coldness of a population, bent on hurting my feelings with their unholy desires for my life.
Sorrowfully my head falls down and I walk forward, noticing everything lying before me, but not wanting any part of it to become a part of me.
Bu şiiri puanla
Henüz puan verilmemiş