AN: I am suppose to have a good time, but I think I got a stomach virus so I am not! Having a good day so far!
I am sick
I am tiered
You are standing there with a smirk
You monster from the desert
I lay here to rest
But I know it is in vain
You stand there like a test
Creeping thro my vans
I know I can pas this test
I am ready for the rest
But are you monster
Because you are not creeping up like before
Now we stand eye to eye
Me from earth and you from sky
Are you ready Graisus
To be my final virus
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My Poems
PoetryHere I'm gonna post some of my poems that I wright, but just a warning they ca become weary depressing
