Poems from bethannram
I lay
Nothing seems to
Come into place:
Out the window i saw him catch
Many falling stars.
Probably, maybe, but
Let me tell
Every wo-man...
Grieving dark abyss,
Then, a grain of sand in hand.
Leave me be at once.
One ongoing love of lead,
Left a flightless feather there.
It...
Im going to fix me,
It is fair to sit alone,
No harm done but fear.
Desperately wait
Left for dead in my own clothes
Two-thousand-something