
Alone Poems with Alone Images for Sad Lovers
What do I do, now I have reached the edge? The cliff is steep to the plain below. Miles upon miles of emptry air And no hand will I hold, bu...
What do I do, now I have reached the edge? The cliff is steep to the plain below. Miles upon miles of emptry air And no hand will I hold, bu...
Hear. I'm calling you in silence, won't you feel my cry? Nights and days have passed and my heart has been looking ba...