Poems from Tylerwhite1211
Her eyes are sad,
in a strong kind of way.
A little girl who believed in the things they pushed away.
She loved, she lost, she fell.
Her...
Her eyes are sad,
in a strong kind of way.
A little girl who believed in the things they pushed away.
She loved, She lost, She learned....
Through Valleys and forests we follow the sound,
of empty song sung of crows and cows.
In places of freaks and dark realities,
we sing...