Poems from BWintersfield
A hero is born,
a child is lost.
A chance is taken,
but at what cost?
I stand here baffled,
at the scene around.
How could they say,...
A cold stormy breeze
Chilled like my once broken heart
Grace me with your luck
Harlot in disguise
Shrouded in perfect deceit
As a sweet angel
Longing,
she walks with a smile
but her soul cries
drenched in black.
The emptiness she’ll sing
softly every once in a while
dressed...
My heart cries
for a second chance
bleeds for your embrace
dies as I watch you go
and love someone else.
I starve from lack of love...