Thighs thick as if made by god to grip
Mind flips to songs which brought bliss
I reminisce of how I could get lost mist
Too quick is the young man who used his fists
Memories are my weapon well equipped
Know not what to do.
By the things I did
But what I did would sink most ships
Mine now swims in seas infinite
No longer the pestered kid
My wrinkles brought gifts
Feb 7, 2019
Feb 7, 2019 at 10:28 AM UTC
Thighs thick as if made by god to grip
Mind flips to songs which brought bliss
I reminisce of how I could get lost mist
Too quick is the young man who used his fists
Memories are my weapon well equipped
Know not what to do.
By the things I did
But what I did would sink most ships
Mine now swims in seas infinite
No longer the pestered kid
My wrinkles brought gifts