Poems from beccaencina
Poor Chris DornerHe thought he was bashing this new world orderBut if murder was his definition of freedumbThen to hell with the bastardHe...
Creep into her mind and look at the world through her glass eyeCreating her own pathCautiously not stepping on the flowersShe spoke with...
My artificial emotions I let flow loud and proudTrue ones keep inside with doubtIn my golden slumber I let my real thoughts wanderDeep into...