Poems from NevaraLives
Your hands are shaking like leaves in the wind.
No one knows to look inside of the soul,
Or how to see these spotted hands have sinned....
It always comes back to you, doesn't it Fae?
I don’t think you ever realized how important you were
To your lovers
Friends
Nation
Continent...
It always comes back to you, doesn't it Fae?
I don’t think you ever realized how important you were
To your lovers
Friends
Nation
Continent...