Poems from Not-so-joyful-person
The ground is cold and dirty
The shackles on your wrists are sturdy
The room is dark, very quiet
You can escape, you have to try it
Wait...
The ground is cold and dirty
The shackles on your wrists are sturdy
The room is dark, very quiet
You can escape, you have to try it
Wait...
I remember, I thought she was everything.
Her visits, were sacred to my innocent heart.
No doubt in mind, that she was perfect.
I was...