Poems from MSWS
I haven't got much to say except I'm a teenager that detests English class far too much to like reading and writing outside of a school setting. Well, I like writing, but I'm still pretty bad at it. Be gentle with me, pretty please.
Grey skies and cloudy days
Thunder rumbles summer rains
Grey like distant trobbing pains
Spotty vision, muscle strains
Grey as sounds like...
Poets' lips
Make gnashing teeth
For all the words
They keep beneath
And writers' wrists
Are flimsy things
As if they're tied to
Puppet...
Cupid is dead
And Venus is fallen
They've run out of lovers
And suitors to call them
They've left you poor souls
To be lonely instead
For...
It shouldn't be so hard
To tell you who I am
I though that this was thought out
I had the perfect plan
And this always happens
(Or it...