Poems from Writer1809
The halls are long and the light is far
Music no one can hear, is in my head
They read me, yet they don't know who they are
It is a...
The hells are full of flames
They are those who bring light
Of this love you are to blame
Never held me not a night
The hells are...
It is dark and it is cold. I'm surrounded by trees that reach the sky, high branches that I will only reach in my dreams. Under my feet a...