My throat hurts,
It's really sore.
A birds;
Life is no bore.
Every day is like a dream.
Yet in the dreams there's little seems.
In those seems there are little things.
Yet in those things are little beings.
This is quite a pointless thing.
I may stop writing these.
YOU ARE READING
|°Simply Structure°|
PoesiaPoetry has always completely held me together. It's kind like how you breathe oxygen. It's something I have to do. Poetry is something like oxygen to me. Without it I wouldn't survive. ~ remember love is a crime and I'll do the time for loving what'...
