Voices,
Screaming, tearing, yelling, running,
Souls without homes,
Wandering, hoping, wistefully wishing.
But no one comes,And they are left alone
- Goth Girl
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)

2 comments:
My gods! LOVE IT! I'm the maiden's pillow to cry on. Remeber that!
oops wrong poem... lov this one to btw!
Post a Comment