I thought of Roses, cold winter shoes,
Harmony spreading a cross of
Mildew.
This is When I thought of You.
This note, This
poem here
Is For You.
Love Fills a Void, That can touch Many souls
Though, You Still kill For your
Wars.
This is When I thought of You.
This Due, This
BLAH here
Is For You.
~Nikki~