Poems from junegloom03
Every morning, a quarter to ten,
I look out my window and pretend.
I dream of all that we could be,
If only courage lyed in me.
My dear, if...
Every morning, a quarter to ten,
I look out my window and pretend.
I dream of all that we could be,
If only courage lyed in me.
My dear, if...
Attachment is the enemy of man,
A flame and all you know a fan.
A dreadful thing yet sought out by many,
Only god could have such a sick...