Poems from svc1950
Does she know the wordsyou say to me so late at night?Do you cover it all upand try your hardest to deny?Or maybe she’s used to it,“No need...
I know your type;
her brown-eyesswallow up the unassumingchild inside of you.And her hairmatching the shade perfectly,cascades to one side....
The castle you builtis crumbling down.These sugarcoated wallsare not fortress enough.The moat I builtwith my bare handscould never keep...