30 kwietnia 2012
Untitled Poem
On the mind
Must not be spoken
Words to say
Trust never broken
Painful glare
Eyes glaze
Smile so fake
Stuck in a daze
Small whisper
Steady lie
Blind and bleeding
Still won't die
Try to stand
Cannot not fall
There you are
Steady and tall
What a past
Scared away
Will not last
But I will stay