Poems from BThiret
What is about your neck,
Shall surely hang you,
What lies upon your face,
Shall take you away,
What drapes upon your body,
Shall hide your...
Pouring down is the rain outside,
There is never a place you can truly hide,
Pouring down are the tears from once trusting eyes,
Drowning...
These eyes are bright,
They shall not fade,
Into black night,
Where snares have been made,
They shall not fade,
The star's light to bleed,...