Something about soul
The path before her was long. While the night was cold and dark.
They call him the man in the moon. However, that’s not what I see.
Poem of Domestic Arguments, Arguments that make the house shake and the young ones run
|All She wanted was to get out. She wanted out.|
•••
~ The blood of a poet, The screams of a person.
- The strength of the weak. The calls and the pleas. The falling and the losing. The scraped kne...
and there were waves and waves and waves and waves and waves of you
Do you eat weeds?
On a more serious note, I made this a few years back in my English class. I hope you enjoy!
The path before her was long. While the night was cold and dark.
They call him the man in the moon. However, that’s not what I see.
Poem of Domestic Arguments, Arguments that make the house shake and the young ones run
|All She wanted was to get out. She wanted out.|
•••
~ The blood of a poet, The screams of a person.
- The strength of the weak. The calls and the pleas. The falling and the losing. The scraped kne...
and there were waves and waves and waves and waves and waves of you
Do you eat weeds?
On a more serious note, I made this a few years back in my English class. I hope you enjoy!