Poems from holiday874
Young Master has not been home in a while
Master was crying
I could hear her from the big room
I missed Young Master
She had always played...
How can I trust you?
After all the lies you have told
How I can trust you?
After the truth you have spoken
How can I trust you?
After you...
The sky with its first hint of gray
Turns a bright shade of pink
As I walk in the brisk cold air
The pure white snow crunches under my...
I Remember when you used to be happy
When I could still hold you in my arms
Whenever you'd get scared
you would come find me
To care the...