..And Then He Died : Writing

Glass

Glass

A Poem by ..And Then He Died


It breaks and burns under my feet.The world is made of glass, so easy to break.I think that I am falling into the glass, falling into the world andbre..
There Is A Boy

There Is A Boy

A Poem by ..And Then He Died


There is a boy that lives under yourhard eyes.There is fear under your skin that I canonly see.I can taste the sadness on your mouthI can see the litt..