ROSE BOY
THIS POEM WAS WRITTEN WHEN I WAS 17 YEARS OF AGE. IT'S A LITTLE WEIRD, BUT I WAS PROUD OF IT WHEN I FIRST WROTE IT. Run rose boy. Sniff your beautied scent, Pluck your flower of hope; And sink, Down, down, Forever down Into your sewer of Placid dreams… Fearful dreams… Empty dreams. Run the stride of... Sign in to see full entry.