Sombre nights filled with undying pain,
Is it tears if your crying in the rain?
Moments of backstabbing and deceit,
Is it anger if you laugh at their feet?
Broken bones protecting a broken heart,
Is it fair to lose the very moment you start?
Every day, questioning your existence in this plane,
Is it that you were never crazy, yet never actually sane?
~Alis Grace.
YOU ARE READING
ALIS GRACE
PoetryTHE CONFUSION OF A PERSON, OF A THING; A NEW IDENTITY, A NEW LIFE OF WHAT IS THERE TO BRING, THE STORY OF A PERSON WHO HAS LOST EVERYTHING, A NEW DRAMA PEICE IN THIS WORLD OF SIN. QUEUES OR LINES, FEAR AND LOVE WHAT IS TO BE EXPECTED IN THIS BOOK VI...
