Poems from classicpeg
I reached to the star
Grasping my first snatch
With hope as my gloves
Helping me hold my catch
I flew with that soaring star
Into the...
I am lying here awake like a corpse,
Until I am asleep.
Then I will be asleep like a corpse.
I tried to copy the Sun
Before the night...
Art stuck on my sole
When I stepped in colorful goo
I marched and I marched
And the art followed too
Art tainted my voice
When I hummed...