Poems from CyrustheGreat
She was the doll
At the bottom of your toy box
The one that you'd forgotten
Broken and abused
Tattered and misused
Scarred and bruised
...
He was my way of coping
A wall I'd put up
To see who would jump over
And who would give up
Someone else had come before
And made it near...
I have a motto I live by
I'll trust you
Until given a reason
Not to
This is a difficult way to live
I often find myself
Jumping off cliffs...
Chicken...
There is a line
between Cyrus and I
that can't be defined
By a normal eye
|Cyrus is a...