Poems from RobertTheBeadle
I truly wish you good riddance for itNo it's not that of which you thinkIn fact, time being trapped in a bottle doesn't defy anythingYou...
The idea of settling is irrelevant,
For who is to stay where unwanted?
Always running , and not knowing where
Going to a promised land...
Always anxious, but for what?
She's the embodiment of the word perfection.
I'll never forgive her, for what she did.
She's taken all...
Shan't I choose what I want it to mean?Nay
I have the idea in my mind tickety-tick-tick
But all this tapping is nothing more than my sanity...
1944 and not a Jewish soul free
S.S. soldiers caring not for the lives of the jews no matter if plead,
Children slaughtered and their...