No words
No swords
No aim
No pain
I'm losing losing you
Bit by bit bit bit
Nowdays so blue
Why not admit?
Feels like shit
Baby baby bu
Better off alone
Than with you
YOU ARE READING
Memories
PoetryFor when thoughts invade or your mind it's 5 am and still sleep won't come For when you want to shout And scream out loud For they to leave you at peace. Sometimes writting everything straight Just isn't enough. Sometimes it has to rhyme, To follow...
