Ok this is a short more poem like thing so yeah
I regret leaving it
Sitting on the window sill
Listening to the bird song
With the sweet winds chill
Washing over me, taking control
I regret returning to this world
Leaving the birds swooping over the farm
Loosing the vew only I can see
Yet I had to
And I will do
So ignore me and go away
Give me reasons to go back
Give me the magic I felt up there
Tell me to set foot on the roof
Tell me to be me
Show me where I belong
YOU ARE READING
SA Cult Songs
PoesíaHey people! It's Song here! WAHOOOOOOOO!!!!! I just had to make this book, it seemed so much fun! WAHOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! Anyway peeps, the title says it all! This is for songs that you wrote for the cult!!!!!!!!! WAHOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!! NO, I DO NOT DRINK...
