A sad time for few Another turn of snow and snowflakes causing dew Fires and warmth is a common sighting Slick nights fall into array as stars start aligning
By Jonathan Hunt4 years ago in Poets
up on the little hill there’s a treehouse delivering dreams, No one really knew about it because of how crazy that it seems,
At first it stings to hear their name. Then you’ll question whether you’re ok and sane. You’ll try to forget when you just want to die.
