When the cold wind whips your hair,
and you just don't give a care,
When you feel so stark, so bare,
that while you are not, she's fair,
When they are the perfect pair,
and you just can't be their heir,
and When you feel that you must swear
By heaven
Hell
Anything
and Everything inbetween
Hold on, keep the cut locks of your hair
You will remember this day, in the mansion wherein you lay
YOU ARE READING
Heed My Warning
PoesíaThis book of poetry is inspired by my experiences. The first half is kinda sad, but the second part gravitates more towards happiness. Each broken shard can only save us from ourselves if we stand united. As. One.
