I went into the dark woods
Escaped from all the hunters
The sharp fire
The rage shouts
The mean faces
And I found it was safe here
No one would want me to die
But it was cold at day
And wintry so at night
But i went with it anyway
I thought I was okay
I hoped I was okay
ESTÁS LEYENDO
the unspoken
PoesíaThey were things that my lips could never say. They were stories i was always afraid to tell. They were the unspoken. [e.c.]
