Hey Mr. Poetic
Mey Mr. Lyricsmith
Write me something you'll edit
Oh won't you write me a dream
Oh dear your way with words
It's hard to move forwards
Away from those plucking chords
Away from those notes like birds
Some spanish-speaking notes
Some French and German words
The lyrics you write in boats
The master of every sea
So you're good at it all
Yes, I did hear your call
I'm not so much your doll
And I swore I wouldn't fall
YOU ARE READING
The Weeping Woods
PoetryAgony in the form of stanzas, words in the form of little silent cries. I made the cover but I don't own any of the pictures. !There's also quite a bit of explicit language!
