Poems from Confessions_of_aggression
Sunshine streams the path.Long time coming, here we are.Pure hearts, this is peace.
Mudd and grass, soil grows.Underneath lavender leaves.Each season they love to spring.
I’m slipping beneath.Agony today I wait.Midnight he wrote. Midnight.
Mystery my dear That's all you may see Some see a challenging view Some see a hurting soul Who were you? Who will you be? Cause mystery...
Fooled you, fooled you Maybe even you Congrats if not you Lair, liar My mouth was on fire Telling puzzles no one could ever Crack, even I...