I look at him with a smirk on my face
to that of which he couldn't take
for the beautiful bitch had many in its place
yet all around the creatures snare
you have no bitches, who could have guessed
everyone you play call of duty you whore
YOU ARE READING
Years Go By....
PoetryThis is a collection of notes/poetry I think of during the day. Most of which dont really make sense. A lot of which stray from its original topic. When I get inspiration from something I will write it down. There will be no consistent updates, and...
