How could I have missed the dripping fangs and yellow eyes?
It was the flowers I grew.
Run boy run.
Run boy run.
Through the village,
Past the hills,
Along the forest,
And so many thrills!
Waiting,
Watching,
Silently...
Steady now,
Lest you let your feet falter.
Where are you going?
YOU ARE READING
I Hope These Poems Will Make You Cry
RandomWhether it's from sadness or joy, I do hope you shed a tear.
