Poems from 11_weirdo_Rory
The ticking time bomb
rattles and tortures with one’s fortune’s
until it turns into dirt
The dirt you and I were made of
that was once...
The darkness stroking its way back in
Dark clouds towering over the boys head. Weeping in sorrow until he’s dead.Whatever happened to the...
The silence was loudLike the heart that was once poundingWith blood surroundingOnce filled with lifeBut is weeping in sorrowThere’s no...
The silence was loud
Like the heart that was once poundingWith blood surroundingOnce filled with lifeBut is weeping in sorrowThere’s no...
The silence was loud
Like the heart that was once pounding
With blood surrounding
Once filled with life
But is weeping in sorrow
There’s no...