Poems from katstotlar
A day comes and goes,Ever swirling on dainty prose,I rose and I rose,Until the ground froze,It was hard when I fell.
A new light shone,Not...
I am wretched,and I am hell.
I want the world,and I want to yell.
If I was perfect,And I was not.
Would I sit here,and would I plot.
I have...