Poems from Dez101
"Tell me a story?" I asked myself.
"What kind?" I replied.
"Tell me a story of when you were happy." I said.
"I cannot tell lies." I smiled...
I prefer the dead
For the never judge.
I prefer the dead
For the never degrade.
I prefer the dead
And maybe...
They prefer me.
There once was a violinA simple violinThe violin played beautifullyIt's strings strung tightlyIt's melody pureBut never as sure as the...