"unawnserd" poems
Why does good stuff happen to bad people
and bad stuff to good people?
that i can not say.
I dont have a way
It's a mystery to some
Every day you see sad faces
It's because of those horrible
people and places.
The posibilities of sadness is endless.
I live for hope
I wish someone could help and bring soap to clean all the lies.
It's like an endless stream of flies.
I cant, I wont
says the lazy ******** of today
just wait i will see what you say one day
Jun 3, 2015
Jun 3, 2015 at 12:11 PM UTC