What I see as living.
My friend requested me to write a poem about what I would do to band members and this is the result.
Written sometime around three in the morning.
Don’t ever let them figure you out.
There will be brighter skies.
A song I wrote for a friend.
This doesn't really make much sense. I kind of lost track with what I was doing. Sorry.
Rate and review?? Kind of a rant
A short, unorganized, visual poem
A short, unorganized poem
I walk on without a care.
But in a way it's alright, cause we are born to die.