I remember how he used to
Speak to me as I cried.
His voice was so gentleHoney he's gone now.
He isn't there to soothe you.
He's gone now.
He got lost in his own world
The wind blew him away.Now I can't stop crying
there is no voice to calm me.
YOU ARE READING
My Poems
Thơ caI started writing poems in October, and I'm continuing from there. Anyone is welcome to critique.