Poems from CyrustheGreat
You say me is paranoid, I overthink, I is pulling my own leg. Ain't nothin in this world happens for free. If I is paranoid then at least...
I call on thee Cyrus come now Help me make it through my day A sweet talker when venom seeps A hipster when I a sheep An athlete who wins...
Realistic, that's what you tell me
Child! Be realistic you say to me
Pick a realistic job, have a realistic dream
Perhaps I don't want just...
Mrs Madame so sweet
If heaven is what you want to meet
Then you have to eat
The fruit of the tree that's red as meat
Memories
About...
How wonderful it must beTo be one with the skyTo spread out your wingsAnd let your body flyAway from depressionAway from judgementAway from...