I don't know where to go,
I am up all alone,
With no place to call home.
The moon gleaming bright,
Like the souls of the lost.
The moon gleaming bright,
Like the blade in my hand.
I don't know where to go,
I am up all alone,
With no place to call home.
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Poems,a Collection
PoetryThese are self written poems. I finally decided to share them with people, hope you like them!Enjoy! DISCRETION!! Some of these poems are sad and likely to be somewhat depressing, on that note ENJOY! !
