Poems from mgst16
As he stumbles to the ground,
The boy falls to a heap in a pool of crimson blood.
As the silence allows Death to encompass him in a cold...
Up-up-down-up,
Is the way my bow swings.
Down-down-up-down,
Is the ways my bow sings.
Across my cello she sails,
Surfing a whimsical,...
Who am I,
If I’m not me?
What am I,
If I can barely see?
Am I the blackest black?
Am I the whitest white?
Am I a shade of darkness?
Or...
In just a few hours,
I'll be on my way.
London will greet me,
By the end of today.
Mommy, I love you,
And I hate to say goodbye,
So I...