A rough drummer
A loud singer
A liberated guitarist
The roughness and rebellion
Comforts me
The unhappiness and unsatisfied lust
Teaches me
Just like pain shock treatment
Screams are music to my ears
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Poems anonymous
PoetryHey, I am writing peoms in my art notebook. Well, it' s still a type of art right? Wanna sneak peek? Well, here we go... Roses are red Violets are blue I dont share what's going on in my head But it' s time i give the world a Clue ~*~*~ These peoms...
