Love Only Kills a Poor Boy

The boy shivered when I kissed him, He said love does not kill Death does And death comes in many ways. That night was his last on god-swollen foot, He was burnt By his own father. My mother never hated…
The boy shivered when I kissed him, He said love does not kill Death does And death comes in many ways. That night was his last on god-swollen foot, He was burnt By his own father. My mother never hated…