His eyes got gold in em'
He keep quiet when you look
The rim so black like a barrier to
The soul
His mouth look silly
They always in a frown
Bad things spitting out sometimes
Make his eyes gold with the fire from
Hell
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All Songbirds Have Tapered Feathers
PoetryA collection of some of my poetry, accumulated over the years. In this collection, I write about the turmoils of war, the titillating feel of love, and the tantalising wave of grief, but most of all; the tragic truth of having a heartbeat and the...
