To the freezing Wind of the West,
The chill on my spine,
Like a hundred porcipine needles dipped in dry ice,
A dream against the horrid sound of the shrieking scream,
The curtains bellowing against the bitter breeze,
Oh Wind of the West, how cold can you be?
To the freezing Wind of the West,
The chill on my spine,
Like a hundred porcipine needles dipped in dry ice,
A dream against the horrid sound of the shrieking scream,
The curtains bellowing against the bitter breeze,
Oh Wind of the West, how cold can you be?
but i am glad to be your first... my friend here in my school was my first fan and she has an awesome story .. check it out i think you might like it.. search melodies and desires... my stories are not real life though.. they are fantasy!! i'll read your poems.. i have some too read one black thought!!
actually if you would like too...
but i am glad to be your first... my friend here in my school was my first fan and she has an awesome story .. check it out i think you might like it.. search melodies and desires... my stories are not real life though.. they are fantasy!! i'll read your poems.. i have some too read one black thought!!
actually if you would like too...