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 Tully8 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
By Matt Tully9 years ago in Poets
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
