the sun was bight the wind dances acrossed the sky a heart brakes blowing away in the wind darkness covers every thing death comes to every thing its so dark and cold crys for help that no one hears trying to find away to the light the edge comes closer as falling off the edge the sea is in rage as the soul falls into the darkness will any help before the soul is eaten by the darkness this is a poem for my uncle!!!!!! crying
makenshi baby · Sat Apr 07, 2007 @ 07:53am · 0 Comments |