"sringing" poems
Is it ever safe
Is it ever okay
Without getting a strafe
Yet with filled with frey
Is it ever good to come out
Is it ever a good thing
Without getting doubt
And sringing stars of spring
Is it ever understandable
Is it ever full
Without getting the labol
And feel great pull
It is ever good
It is ever forgivin
With possibilities of could
You'll feel the best you ever been
Mar 16, 2015
Mar 16, 2015 at 10:34 PM UTC