Poems from bis02cool
Tears roll down my cheek.
They wash over my dirty face like a flood in the desert,
Whisking away the filth and barrenness,
Revealing the...
My doctor, happens to reside
Opposite the road ten strides.
So conveniently I asked
His service when my lung collapsed
A horrid accident...
Said the Youth,
"We seek you, meek old barn, dear friend,
Your oaken walls which bar the rain.
Quiet giant, stiff, reliant,
Shield our...