I once wanted to film, then I wrote a short film. Filming was not for me.
No I don’t know the solution, Wrongly entitled retribution, Take away the modern day, Wrapped up or eat in babe? Falling for the scars of war,
By Wolfgang Styko5 years ago in Poets
The tracks that were laid by her,Told tales of their own.Littered with deceit and tragedy,Yet hope remains. I am me and you are you,Difference makes the world turn,Yet when those blasts of anger came,Ceased.
By Wolfgang Styko6 years ago in Poets