Poems from Punkrocktiger
You always ask me why I did what I did, and I suppose that I could just tell you why,
but I speak to you better in flowery words and...
So there’s this word; “Addiction.”
the state of being enslaved to a habit, practice, or to something that is psychologically or...
A Harsh World
I am the shatter of a broken heart.
I am the sobbs of a child being taken from their drunken and drugged parents.
I am the...