Poems from DavilaD
When you are boiling up inside,
It seems impossible to hide.
Your soul begins to light on fire,
Like a forest blaze would transpire.
The...
Thursday morning, just like any other
I wake up. the vibe is different.
I have yet to find out, but
something is wrong
It's not yet sorrow...
When you are boiling up inside,
It seems impossible to hide.
Your soul begins to light on fire,
Like a forest blaze would transpire.
The...