Poems from WordsOfMatt
This image of a man appears;
His cloak is tattered and dark,
There is a darkness in his good;
The world behind us is black.
He sends...
Everyday you stress me,
Its every single day I have to worry about what will happen.
You take my life away and say I can't do other things...
There is a window where the door should be,
I can see the jubilance of those whom I thought were my friends.
I can see a darkened world...
"Good" has no definition,
There is no physical appearance for it.
I'm branded with a smile, but my hear frowns,
Am I as happy as you think...