You are my muse so maybe you should know That these scratches and scribblings someday I hope you read. You became my muse when you brought high to my low And smiled a smile that made souls bleed If some day we should walk down that path Remember that this was more than just infatuation… Read More Of Blue Eyes
As the engines roared, Thick black smoke danced In search of the heavens above. Metals cut the ground open. The pain one could only imagine. Symmetrical lines mapped the fields, Whose green once housed thousands of arachnids. Then the Lord watered the earth. The thirst, the hunger for growth And the master sowed his seed.… Read More Lonely spring evening
