Ever since I was little, they've been telling me I'm fucked up
In the quiet hours, when shadows roam, A heavy heart, far from home. Lost in memories, lost in pain, Longing for a touch, longing in vain.
By Adam 2 months ago in Poets
Submerged in the depths of night, You stand beneath the crimson sun's gentle light, And once again, I'm just a child in your sight,
By Adam 6 months ago in Poets