Poems from Jules Thurrott
ven't found the right words
They're not in any song I hear
And, even if I found them
The words would never be mine.
They'd fall like a...
Snow starts to fall and the child smiles
Her little hand touches the glass
Of the frost covered window pane.
And, as her fingers feel...
They're telling me to do it again
God damn it! I don't want to die!
I saw bullets rip them apart;
No one's safe on the battle field...
Tick Tock, Tik Tock.
Look to the end where the lightning flashes
Because if you don't catch it before it's gone
You will spend your...
She's standing there among the leaves,
Quieter than the sounds of snow
Falling gently upon the ground.
She is something I desire
With...