What is there to say?
No meds,
not sped,
but still need the freaks
to go away.
No doctor.
No coach.
That's all dependence anyway.
Young and already done with this world,
fortunately, there's fun!
But who needs that?
If it just won't last.
YOU ARE READING
Maeve's Poetry
PoetryThis is a bundle of my poems. Yes, those I write too. Feedback is always allowed! These poems may not be pretty, and some may be. These poems are the plump heart to darkness and light. Red, and grim, but still beating, and now in your hand, I give y...
