• Patients
    Hands on my shirt.
    Stress; up holdings what you keep.
    Clouds Dark.
    Moon shown.
    Unleashed the nature.
    In humanity.
    Which we up hold.
    As tradtions before us.
    The sniffing, the moans.
    The sins, this is what we are.
    Don't feel shame.
    This was ment to be.
    Hold my hand, believe in me.


    ~Juliet.C