Painted faces.
They’re all I see.
They’re always haunting me.
Faces that I once had to teach.
Faces that I could reach.
I see the flames rising up
I hear their cries.
Yet no goodbyes.
Oh how I wish I could hug them tight!
by Shyanne
Note: Only a member of this blog may post a comment.
No comments:
Post a Comment
Note: Only a member of this blog may post a comment.