a poem

deadnote Posts: 1,678

June 2007 edited June 2007 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art

knees buckle in the cold weather
washing ashore all the prescious memories
all for me to wallow in
my heart wilts
im broken

set your laughter free

dreamer in my dream

we got the guns

i love you,but im..............callin out.........callin out