Beatrix Posted 20 years agocritics me
Odd Truth
A pace i walk through,
seems all untrue,
the pride sore,
distroy the core,
sing a lullaby,
kiss the angel of death goodbye,
passionate thou should never try,
things come unseparate stuff untie,
boredom,
feels the cold of isolated room,
cries for the death groom,
flipping the happiness to gloom,
cares not my skin,
touch not my heart,
what it feels like of a win,
when i only know one's being apart