write out loud (Remove filter)
Can You Hear My Cry
Cry and cry, till I die
Can you hear, I want you by me
As we used to play
In the long golden grass,
My beautiful one. Long gone
Four years, but still with me
Played till state authorities saw
And stole from us our life,
Raped us for themselves
Persecuted us, we ran, not mad
To escape their tether chains cells
Far away, beyond altitude.
For we are ...
Sunday 4th November 2018 6:38 pm
I'm Out Of My Head
{I'm Out Of My Head}
Rose's are red,
Violet's are blue,
I'm out of my
head with thinking
of you
and all I want to
do is to go to
sleep to dream
of you all
the same
©Tina Glover All Rights Reserved/ One_Pissed_Off_American_Ghost_Writer 2016 but posting here on April 14,2018
Sunday 15th April 2018 12:22 am
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