Poems from Morgann

A lonely child with a heart as pure as the sky A burning curiosity of fire that cannot die Stepped on the ground to be enlightened by the...
Wind blows cold on a Monday morning It started this way and all the next hours are boring One-eyed Mr. Furball, please hear my cry Or maybe...
I'll take again some time Loving, rhyming, crime In love, I'm a little overdosed Committing murder seeing two doors closed   Heart, all I...