A friend accidentally got me into writing, and now I can't stop
Many vibrant colors and a beautiful smile Mask a hideous face I can never present. I don’t care if you’re curious. It’s way too vile.
By Daniel Freeman 3 years ago in Poets
Throughout my life I’ve been afraid to die, But alas, so has begun my decay. A string has been cut, but I will not cry.
What do you want, you naive idealist? A home where you can sleep safely at night? Does the place you desire truly exist?