Walking the shoulder
Getting older
Thought the bricks of today were our little tales
But the water was moldy
Makes you drench put your whole head in
The villains water down
The heroes keep bleeding
Until we've no one to choose
There's no such things as winners
The sides keep gloating
The posters keep begging
Until it's in no ones hands
Let's dance
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Miscellaneous Poems From a Miscellaneous Person
PoetryA bunch of poems and Haikus I have written in my free time. Quality varies. Uploads randomly. Read in any order you like.
