Poems from abbyy_duanne
Butterflies, butterflies,
Soaring in the night.
Butterflies, butterflies,
They seem just right.
Crossing a river,
That leads somewhere...
She looks happy,
She seems happy,
Yet,
When you look in her eyes,
That is where her soul is,
And where her soul is her mental condition
I used to find relief in a knife,
Yet now,
I find relief in God
Some people think I am insane,
However I do not think that is the case,
Poetry keeps me sane,
And that my friend is the case
I am missionary
I wonder how I can change the world,
I hear the sounds of the pain of the world,
I see the poverty,
And I feel the battles...