Let me fall for that
Lonesome eyes, evergreen
Made from a damning dream
Let me live with that
Beautiful smile, such memories
Made from a sweet sweet
scream.
YOU ARE READING
Memories
PoetryFor when thoughts invade or your mind it's 5 am and still sleep won't come For when you want to shout And scream out loud For they to leave you at peace. Sometimes writting everything straight Just isn't enough. Sometimes it has to rhyme, To follow...
