nothing at all, the tears we yield
nothing at all, the blood we bleed
nothing at all to this reckless place
nothing at all but we!
nothing at all, our sorrows, combined
nothing at all, our wounds confined
nothing at all to this reckless place
nothing at all but we!
nothing at all, our happiness
nothing at all, our paralysis or nervousness
nothing at all to this reckless place
nothing at all but we!
nothing at all, our broken parts
nothing at all, our shattered hearts
nothing at all to this reckless place
nothing at all but we!
DU LIEST GERADE
She Loved Withering Sunflowers
PoesieA collection of poems that alternate genres and moods. a book to the universe, so that it may know her.
