Poems from Shaylagraymist
Through his eyes,
I see the lightening hot streaks of the soulless metallic demons weapons as they rain down death from the dark crimson...
One should never meet ones hero they say
But I saw mine just yesterday.
In a corner booth in a small cafe.
He reached out his hand for a...
London brown and Tardis blue.
The next time I see your face you may be someone new,
But when I look deeply into your eyes I will know that...