Poems from Mikaveli_
everyone needs to let out some steam in a way
my way was never drawing sadly
taking up after my father i was what they called nerd
when...
It was towards the end of May I suppose that’s when he arrived. The start of summer I remember it exactly the feel of freedom no school...
hear Nye evil speak thy troubles
see thy vision
dream of thy future
this a song a song not about love
the song that enriches the meaning of it
the song that praises the lower and top
dancing with the...
honey you and I are like the bee's
stubborn and even mean
annoying and hides between tree's
making something sweeter than sugar.