I wait for the dawn of day to come
I pray for sleep but who am I praying to?
In this hour the only who hears me, is me.
It seems pain becomes a pleasure to the most undesired of hearts
...
Read full text
Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...
that's gravity...we always fall...nice work Leo..but still pray...