May 2017
Poetry
runs like blood
in my veins
And bored
by those
with guns in their brains
You can pray
and look up
to the beautiful skies
But darling,
this nation
is full of sick lies
runs like blood
in my veins
And bored
by those
with guns in their brains
You can pray
and look up
to the beautiful skies
But darling,
this nation
is full of sick lies
Sometimes ideas come to me in class and I write them down fast to save for later. Kinda results in types of poems I actually enjoy.
