Untitled 1, by LawlessBambi Subscribe to rss feed for LawlessBambi

They hear the devil in you
but they make thee for a child.
All this and not that.
Your exchange opens to a new view,
like the autumn patchwork of leaves.
A whole fresh set of hues they
see unto you.
Posted: 2012-12-29 14:29:45 UTC

This poem has no votes yet. To vote, you must be logged in.
To leave comments, you must be logged in.