Old misty Love where art thou I can not find you Where are you hiding I wanna see you I wanna talk to you I wanna be with you
This road of mine Is really getting old But I don't see a turn-off anywhere Or is that even a real thing?
When people ask me when my birthday and they figure out i'm a valentines baby I just look at them thinkΒ Β to myself and just say wow You never been alone on that day and mean it
These deamons they won't stop messing with me They know me They mess with you all I live behind a mask I'm an act A joke even but oh well Got to start off somewhere
-Paul Hensley
The First Poem I ever wrote , feedback please I have kind of hit a writers block