Could you please stop yelling
This screaming is hurting my head...
A poet pondered alone in his bed
Will they have time for me when I am dead...
I am regretting
My composure, might have fooled...
I have given up so much time.
removing pieces of me...
Here we go again.
Twrling my fork...
Demon on the inside, where do I hide:hideaway-
the days never fade, freelance to your gage, let...
You are the cupid I never wanted.
Shooting your arrows across my battlefield...
You didn't just say those words
You poured them on me...
The clouds are running a marathon
in my mind, in the sky...
Because every second of every day I learned how to...
And it hurt but I slowly got better...
Tonight I'll murder you the literate way
riding a sword of words...
** just a poem made by the song whiskey...
"She put him out...