Poems from tokyovampire
The cold snapped at my warm skin
Yelling at me that if I shouldn't get up
There would be consequences.
I held the warm, soft blankets to...
The man of about twenty-three
Was a man that I did indeed admire
He seemed to talk all day without tire
And he wanted to voice all of his...
Oh dear sweet memory
Lingering on my tender brow
You bring a smile upon my lips
And never let me frown.
Oh dear sweet memory
You waltz...
The night grows cold
And darling we're growing old
But the notion of life is
We must not worry about this
The ships that harbour the sea...
Chances are you could find love
Chances are you can be happy
Chances are you have to shove
Chances are you will feel shabby
Chances...