My wall is an old and dark one
Towering above me
Vines which carry hope grew apon it
The vines fill the wall
Temping me to climb it
Up and up I go...
The vines break off as I fall to the ground
I constantly try again...
Failing as usual
The vines quit growing and all hope is gone.
STAI LEGGENDO
Margot's poems...
PoesiaUm, I write poems. Haha. I don't know if they are all that good, but I thought it wouldn't be a bad idea to share some of them with other writers or readers out there. So here it is...
