Crappy poems from a shitty poet.

volume i "she wrote it down, she kept record of them all. words expressing past emotions, details of what transpired with who, what and where. she might call it poetry or perhaps a diary but all I saw was a paper filled with words written in denial." - r.h.Sin

because every one of us is a beautiful piece of art and i believe that i, myself, am a rare masterpiece. This work is placed under copyright. Highest ranking until now #45 in Poetry