Poems from SCrookshanks
Talking to a friend so far away
Arouses the apex of my lonely day.
Although ago, we used to play,
Time went on, as if to say
The friend I...
So firm is the soul that carries great weight.
But soft and trusting is the soul of fate.
Curious, I ponder, my mouth agape,
Of the...
We always say that romance is dead,
Rotting, a corpse with a hole in its head.
Why indulge in the lies that we're fed,
That romance had...