Just a throwaway poem
Not meant to mean anything
So if you've read it
You'll forget it
But I imagine fish out of water
She thought she did what's right
He seemed like a good guy
Now he's high as a kite
And somewhere there is a sun
That doesn't want to shine
Because the world below
Doesn't want a year without it
Well we've been to Dantes hell
Some got lost in the deepest part
But not me, no, never
I made it out
So that I could write throwaway poems
That no one should care about
Dec 1, 2015
Dec 1, 2015 at 3:55 PM UTC
Just a throwaway poem
Not meant to mean anything
So if you've read it
You'll forget it
But I imagine fish out of water
She thought she did what's right
He seemed like a good guy
Now he's high as a kite
And somewhere there is a sun
That doesn't want to shine
Because the world below
Doesn't want a year without it
Well we've been to Dantes hell
Some got lost in the deepest part
But not me, no, never
I made it out
So that I could write throwaway poems
That no one should care about
