It appears as though I'm prisoner
of my desire to express
The words keep coming better
and I mean so out of jest
For I am not a writer
no,
A writer is but me
but I'm right crabbed and mad
It's taken til now to see
Jan 10, 2013
Jan 10, 2013 at 1:00 AM UTC
It appears as though I'm prisoner
of my desire to express
The words keep coming better
and I mean so out of jest
For I am not a writer
no,
A writer is but me
but I'm right crabbed and mad
It's taken til now to see