A poets life isnt a easy life lived, most followed by tragic heartache, a bitterness a darkness that burns deep insid the soul A flame that never quit dies but smolders till you are no more My words are never intentionaly Written for others to hear just words from the heart a way For my mid to releive ill wanted stress im not perferct by all minds i have no heart of pure gold Its been tarnished and at times laid to rest Like the blackes of roses Upon a casket seeking eternal Peace
Posted on: Thu, 07 Nov 2013 12:03:52 +0000