Poems from NightShade420
the humanity in my
existence
the sword held by my last
breath
the writer telling the last
story the last
set of rhyme,
just in time...
the staying place in which you
place
everything, the world around you something new
old news
what do you do, to be or not to be is that
an...
caring
its the trait
its basically empathy
the concern for something more
the action of sympathy
what does it mean
a little bit of...