"wirds" poems
Sometimes I wanna cry
For the lost love
I'm sure has died
Drunk again, this stupud grudge
H as pushrd me to the end
My hwart is fried
Eecipher my wirds
Just give it a try
I'm sur you'll find
That I
Am not the bird
That's w orth
The
Fy cking wirds
.
I'm sure you heard
I'm a loser
Becaude I don't hook up
Don't comr between a couple
I have a rule
It goes like this
Dont loik fir gild
among the rubble
If she can't love you
Toss yer with thr othrrs
Motherfuckrr.
Oct 12, 2013
Oct 12, 2013 at 5:18 AM UTC
Wherds Wirds
Arrgh our
At Rat
My Mye
Mer, sea mercy
Words Whords
Ah are
Rat rhat
Meye Mie
Merci mer see
Whirds Wurds
R ar
Hat hgat
Mye mai
Myrhh c murse sí
Aug 21, 2018
Aug 21, 2018 at 2:57 AM UTC