im not a poetry fan, but i can respect it.

just like baseball.
PaRRoTT Reviewed by PaRRoTT on . Got bored and wrote this Leave your opinions please. The dark night of a loved ones death memories of them stole my breath tear drops come from ones own eye to hit the ground when loved ones die face the demons in my mind emotionally crucified by my own means of selfishness I pray for them, eternal bliss Rating: 5