We lose again and again but we continue to fight.
So, come one, come all, to this moonlit masquerade.
She walks through the school as it rots and erodes.
Doing this for me..
Ok, so this sucks, and I'm sorry. I think I've forgotten how to write decent poetry...oh well
First poem, reviews would be helpful :)
I found a book of my old poetry and thought I should publish some of them.
I wanted to be the robot you so desperately desired.
A collection of shitty poems I write. More for therapeutic purposes than anything, but feel free to take a look.
What happens at two in the morning.