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.