the veil that covers your pretty face
is not welcomed in this graveyard place
it's only for mourning, never for shame
come and tell me who to blame
YOU ARE READING
A Little Thing Called Death
Poesiai won't explain many of these. they are for you to work out and they'll probably mean something different to everyone. (i own these poems) ((FINISHED.))
you wish your face was blurry so you wouldn't have to hide it
the veil that covers your pretty face
is not welcomed in this graveyard place
it's only for mourning, never for shame
come and tell me who to blame
