They seem to come around midnight
The groans and cries of pain
Hiding behind the fancy words
That the poet did create
But my friends in writing
When the hour comes for you
With your words, you're not alone
We're all feeling it too
Dec 14, 2013
Dec 14, 2013 at 7:18 PM UTC
They seem to come around midnight
The groans and cries of pain
Hiding behind the fancy words
That the poet did create
But my friends in writing
When the hour comes for you
With your words, you're not alone
We're all feeling it too