There's
This spider
Who lives
In the back of my Beringer amp
We have this understanding
That's why
He's not dead
I think he said his name was Sam
I'm not so sure
Why we get along so well
And
Not so sure
I care
Anyway
Though
Sure
He may look like
A creature from hell
But
At least
He listens to me
It's not the bews
It's not the drugs
I
Think
Sam really loves me
I'm not crazy
Okay
Maybe
But
Who are you
To judge me
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At First Glance
PoetryWell, this started originally as a plan to put up all my old writings from early teens on but has kinda developed into it's own new thing. Some are old and some are just thoughts as they come to me. All the ups and downs and things once thought mayb...
