poem draft 1
she has hair like i'd imagine a banshee would
her countenance is dreary
shes prone to feeling "down"
she longs for something selfless
selfishly
her po- faced demeanour makes me want to scream
we are not going steady
unflinching, unaffected
i throw her all the aid i can
like food parcels
from hercules
to Somalians
her countenance is dreary
shes prone to feeling "down"
she longs for something selfless
selfishly
her po- faced demeanour makes me want to scream
we are not going steady
unflinching, unaffected
i throw her all the aid i can
like food parcels
from hercules
to Somalians
posted by nerdcrucible(retard) at
7:00 PM
2 Comments:
where are you going?
who is clauds and where is she going?
dont go
ill miss you, even though i dont know who you are.
ok
ill have to come down.
did i meet you at the trs launch all those months ago?
are you the girl that asked me my name?
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