sob (Remove filter)
What Became Of That Poor Girl?
Nothing could stop what we did
Alchemy dictates its conclusion,
Tangled in an urgent chemistry
Physically desperate for fusion
What became of that poor girl?
Hiding those scars on her wrist
Bruises like plates on her back
Her lips in pain when we kissed
A freshers' conference is wild
Or used to be in olden times
Before masks and distancing
And other anti-...
Tuesday 22nd September 2020 11:06 am
Recent Comments
leon stolgard on Horsebolter
20 minutes ago
Auracle on Not sailing but almost sinking!
42 minutes ago
David RL Moore on Voyage
58 minutes ago
David RL Moore on evensong
1 hour ago
Stephen Gospage on The Fields of Avalon (pt 2 & 3)
2 hours ago
Stephen Gospage on The Eternal Flame
3 hours ago
Stephen Gospage on Kim Phúc The Napalm Girl
3 hours ago
Stephen Gospage on Enhancings
4 hours ago
Stephen Gospage on A Shred of Life
4 hours ago
Manish Singh Rajput on Amnesia
5 hours ago