Poems from Sromea08
The Rain Never Stops. The solitude of the dark raindrops shatter as they hit the ground. Each drop stronger and deeper than before. The...
Hiding in fear from the hate of pure dissatisfaction.
For those who look to see me as a thing. A thing of godless attractions. I only...
Brown like a beautiful book of stories. Everything you told me. In this life I thought I would believe. A romance, a sparkle and a...
Creme brulee in the air and the craziness is the only affair. Where distinct chatter of gossip and rumours are never so scarce. A web of...