A little bit lazy, crazy, thrown over the bpard for daisies. I am who I am. Who are you?
You know, I'd like to tell you, That I'd sell you something, Nice, Not pure, But whose can be? The world's a place, Not meant for me,
By Beth Biven6 years ago in Poets
It hurts, The curse, The rhyming verses, All the moments gone, It closes, Up the wound, This hollow crater, 'Neath scar tissue,
Basics in psychology, The Terminology, at best. The lesson here, My darling, Dear, You cannot think to guess, The stress,
I need you, Please, To hear me, Steer me, onward, I behest, A guest, Inside this ever, Lasting turbo ride, My heart is swelling,