A fellow asked once
I wish I had friends
He sought for one
Just to find them
His dreams came true
So true was dreams
His happiness grew
Until the him turns thin
Two horns above
One tail below
The friends he loved
Love to him no show
Fellow was wrong
And dreams are too
He's fooled all along
Because his friends aren't true
(05/11/15)
My room
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In memory of...
PoetryPoems of the fallen and for the blissfully broken. Dedicated to all hopeless that were once happy of hoping. May we all sit back and devour these words and rhymes as we once again reminisce our fortunate unfortunateness. I solemnly pray we all share...
