Poems from Goth.child
She may destroy them, you know
Those flowers will unravel into a pile of natural ugly
That wildlife will simply burst like a pocket full of...
Between the sunlights comes the sight without the security
Under the stars lies pulchritudinous serpents
Lurking in shadows spies the...
locked like cuffs, like lust on sight
hands high north, head on south
a passion so deadly with no ear to listen
shuffling ever so softly on...
missed like mist on summers day
are when brown arms and green necks thrive
on sunlight and gist
footsteps and good meds in sync to beat of...
Their gaits do not open up chance and change
Their scalps do not shed hairs of dormancy
Their wounds do not fade into scars of wisdom
Their...