"rinkles" poems
The night is not young
The night has rinkles
And tells terrible storys
About being bitter
but this night drives fast
And smokes menthols
Keeps the neighbors up late
With their antics,
Teenage dreams ascend
Cloudy with the white
And the stains of fun.
The night has jumped the gun.
Feb 25, 2013
Feb 25, 2013 at 11:09 PM UTC