I want a lot of friends.
Yet, friends all have an end.
I want a lot of things,
But I have lost the strings.
How can I believe,
You are not good at singing.
You're a godly demon,
With the vocals of a pig.
Yet it's something I'd never dread.
I love to hear you play,
The guitar.
Yet those days are over,
I've made it o tar.
How can I love you when,
you have gone so far.
YOU ARE READING
|°Simply Structure°|
PoetryPoetry 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'...
