Poems from backward_thinking_poet
Wouldn't the police be prosecuted, if these laws were real; - Btp;
You would have to love me, or make a habit of letting go. - Btp;
But hope goes up, and love goes round, like who would ever want to hit the ground. - Btp;
Just when you're drunk in that sleep, they swear you'll never be sober up on your feet. - Btp;
But more than broken pieces, we are the world still breathing. - Btp;