How come these nights be as it is?
Who consented to loves cruel allure?
Although the ruins lay bare, a minute has been too soon,
For seconds are fixed and thoughts endless seem,
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well i think...u need to work a lil more on ur poems... right now they look like a forced assembly of words and not feelings. Try and make them more readable and fluid.... just a suggestion...
Keegan..an ode to pain and suffering penned as only a few can today... took me a while to enter your thoughts... brilliant.. Alf