Ghost Haley
Joined September 2021
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A Rose Of Stone
Young, and accepted only to be disrespected. Simple, my mind. The ideas I hold inside. But no one to hear my cry. So I must yearn onward. Looking for love, in mankind. Given to us by our heavenly father. Man is not kind. Why, do we prefer to lie. Too difficult to talk. So we turn a blind eye. 👁
By Ghost Haley3 years ago in Poets