Poems from Wesley Phipps
Locked under a shed of grief
My sorrow is always blinding,
A rage that elates my tenacious soul
Will always seem to find me,
Buried deep...
What is love with out a girl... what is beauty without art... what is life with out you... I hope this is you reading this letter and if...
I look into the eyes of the devil,
to see my self staring back,
I dont know what will happen, but I know that it must be bad,
He asks me...