Hey, hey,
do you remember me?
The time we met,
at the Cliffs of Insanity.
I said I woud sing,
a song for you.
And you said:
you would laugh at me.
YOU ARE READING
Out of Sight, Out of Mind.
Poetryconsists of random pieces of poetry, unfinished one-shots, ideas, and my thoughts that don't make sense (beware; use of lower case letters) Short Story #172 Cover by: @inserene_ [ © billie rose two-thousand-&-thirteen ]
