He's beauty
He's grace
He shot me with a straight face
No regret
No remorse
I screamed until I turned hoarse
He stands
I fall
He smiles
I weep
He laughs
I cry
He breathes
I don't
YOU ARE READING
Can You Hear It?
PoetryI like to write poems. Obviously. All of these poems I have wrote. And my friend suggested that I post them. So, here I am. These are multiple different poems separated into chapters. I hope you enjoy. All Rights Reserved If you see that anybody ha...
