Poems from Cael Adams
The walls are too high
Made out of iron
My heartstrings too high strung
Made out of steel
The inner light emitted from people cannot get...
I have lost my will
My faith
My inspiration
I've got nothing much to live for,
ever since I lost you, Us
Not all who wander are lost,
but...
The first layer of frost on the ground always chills me
The cold doesn't bother me much
I am in the winter of my life, and there will be...
My star-crossed love
I can't let go
I won't let go
I've tried, and failed
God knows I tried, lived, and died
Maybe that's our tragedy...
I'd rather live in a big city than a small town,
for there is already a feeling of a small town in my heart