Poems from lyleTripstar

just a wanderer of the arts..
In all my 19 years,Through fears, cheers, and massive clears,I would have never imagined I'd be sitting here mirrored. It was so long ago,...
When I die, dont bury me,With flowers on my grave,Cremate me.Throw my ashes to the wind.So that I am as free as poetry The only thing to...