Deceitful Looks
I look into your eyes and see no trust, We have not met and yet you doubt my face; You cannot hide from me your
"this is sixth form poetry, not Keats or Yeats"
I look into your eyes and see no trust, We have not met and yet you doubt my face; You cannot hide from me your
The moon it rises overhead, As children sleep and go to bed; But when it swaps from old to new Do angels see their horns