Cry my love Scream to the sky what you dare to dream For with tender hands I will wipe away your tears No need for sadness now
By Mark Zanzibar Boyde4 years ago in Poets
Time drips like melted snow, Brown with the death that is spring Laboured breath haunts me With crude spectres Formed in the cold that comes from in me
Today I leave America. I am sad to go, more than I thought I would be, for it has been a joyful experience, and one far beyond my expectation. I shared my time here with people I love, which made it even more special.
By Mark Zanzibar Boyde4 years ago in Motivation