Poems from Bonesgibson93
To My Sweetheart:
In seventh grade we met
Nearly eight years ago
And yet we are still together
Like the mountains and the snow
We do not...
The Black Death stands with his herd
nibbling on the tough, stubby grass.
The large crown adorning his head
gleaming in the noon-time sun...
The Black Death stands with his herd
nibbling on the tough, stubby grass.
The large crown adorning his head
gleaming in the noon-time sun...