They appear to have forgotten me on the Poets Top 500. Haha!
a legacy of broken dreams...
she came to me,
for love is never what it seems,
...
I put the shotgun to my head,
a fraction from now I'll be dead.
An ounce of lead pierces into my head,
cerebrial fluid starts to spread.
...
It's been eleven years,
since I first met you.
I know that the blessed,
are far and few.
...
She dances
A little timid, a little shy
Such beauty and grace
Before the world's eye
...