Blare.
Tell me another story,
I won't be bored,
even guts and glory,
can manage to be adored.
Tell me about the boy,
who lives all by himself,
and tell me about Helen of Troy,
learn more about yourself.
Give me a tale,
so wild and unreal,
let my imagination unveil,
and take a steal,
into the reality we've built ourselves,
one that completes the space on the shelves.
YOU ARE READING
speed bump
PoetryI write my poems when I'm bored, Because I can't say what I feel without being forward, I read all night, And sleep all day, Just to keep you all away, I'm sick and tired, Of being w...
