Death, come find me
Guide me home
Brew the tea
And hide the comb
You are my savior
I cannot compare
I hither with meekness
Take me to your lair
What have I done
For you to ignore my screams
I must run
Oh, the tears gleam
Shall we dance, darling
So lovely you are
In fact, quite startling
We've come so far
YOU ARE READING
Sweet Child
PoetryA collection of poems Random and strange I promise I'll deliver Don't bother to wait Dive in at this moment Get rid of that rust Replenish your lust And smile if you must Don't be mistaken Or too shaken This will be pure No one shall be taken Oh, I...
