The loving kiss of death
The cold touch of darkness
Where is the hope I'm searching for?
Your sweet little kisses
Your gentle touch
Ah, there it is...
[Just a bunch of poems I wrote]
The loving kiss of death
The cold touch of darkness
Where is the hope I'm searching for?
Your sweet little kisses
Your gentle touch
Ah, there it is...
[Just a bunch of poems I wrote]
[completed] Cas had always noticed the boy that sat alone in the back of the classroom, but never really noticed him. It wasn't until one day, the boy limped into class covered in bruises. He hung hi...