Poems from SBrown24
Dear Greed,
You no longer make me feel the wonders I felt before.
Your touch has turned cold,
like the wrath of Hades has turned my heart...
Do not ask me to shake his hand. Do not ask me to say hello.For we have already put a band.For I will not sink that low.
Do not ask me to...
I am the want you feel when you see somebody look at you and stare.
That feeling when you think a stranger and you would make a perfect...