Poems from mak003
Put your money not beneath your door mat
But instead place it in your hat
and let it sit there to burn off its fat
Oh you aren't the first...
>I just want to run
to the end of the world
I just have to run
Stop this mind twirl
>my mind set -just let me go
clear up the fog...
What a mystery she lived
a fake a lie everything she did
she laughed, she cried, truely an honest girl
but what really went on in her world...