unknownA Poem by DEVIL
life
i was not a child when i first cried i found out later this wasn't the last time and again and after humid and mild like dark and deep night of sky and friendly days of mine were felling the same i was afraid of life and non to blame cold and harsh when those mornings tease and wall gives me those wordless speech and i shout inside with feelings of fear only in there those wind can hear they behold my words and pass by and i hear my feelings Echoing the sky and every days the same as yesterday by untill i find the reason of mine a true meaning of living a life untilll my bloods crawls in vine
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Added on November 21, 2016 Last Updated on November 21, 2016 |