O father, Where have you been Can you remember Or have you forgotten again Violent wars rage inside The battle for a fix or pride
By Matt Tully7 years ago in Poets
Life is a lot like a forest Everything is so beautiful from the outside But once you try to explore that beauty It engulfs you
Her eyes Her eyes are the thing I remember most When I first saw her The type of deep blue that seemed to peer straight through your soul and consume you