Just as fast as the night come's so does my sorrow,
my heart sang to you just like the birds did in June,
but the dead can not be risen,
neither can my love for you.
These are poems I've made over the years, some of them are from books I've wrote but never published, some of... More
Just as fast as the night come's so does my sorrow,
my heart sang to you just like the birds did in June,
but the dead can not be risen,
neither can my love for you.