- I had met this girl named May, she had listened to all i say. I wish she was here with me today, but shes in a grave where she will forever lay. From her passing, I am left in a cloud of gray, keeping me from the light of day.
- Title: May
- Artist: Valthela
- Description: This is the last of my first three poems, I had forgotten about them but I will post this and start writting again, my ratings were pretty good and so were the comments so they will stay more depressing. If you think I should change that then pm me and I'll consider it.
- Date: 06/11/2009
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