
Small poetry collection of things I've written lately. Dabbling into my thoughts on an old love, life in general, and spattered with some brief flashes of insanity.
Rated: Fiction T - English - Hurt/Comfort/Romance - Chapters: 11 - Words: 470 - Published: 09-04-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3055771
|
|
A+ A- |
None would follow those who bander
Spending, frugally, time not theirs
All we can do is sit behind them
And count their growing grey-white hairs
|
||||||