I can only say this must be a sight
I'm potent in death and you're potent in kites
You see the world bright
And I see it without light
I could give you a fright
You're like a small tiny mite
No matter who it was
I've always had to fight
You say you want to brawl ha well I just might
A/N: This is another one from the poem book I happen to find
YOU ARE READING
The Weeping Woods
PoetryAgony in the form of stanzas, words in the form of little silent cries. I made the cover but I don't own any of the pictures. !There's also quite a bit of explicit language!
