Meek You Will Remain
Your words bear none
Against the greedy old con
Whose words made no sense
Nor evident excellence
And there you lay
like the meek child they always say
Despair and disappoinment
Now, just seem to be an understatement
A collection of poems written by
aquintaine.
YOU ARE READING
Melancholia.
Poetrymelancholy, blithe and bewildered poesies this is not a place you'd want to enter
