- my creation of poems, memories, and thoughts
- mix of words and arrangements visually
- sometimes I rhyme, sometimes I do not
- gibberish and nonsense with a personal perspective
- description of thoughts and/or visions
- meant to create confusion
Tuesday, July 2, 2013
Fair Game
Was warned, and scorned
Battled and Bruised
yet Still I Cruised
Into your Arms,
Into your Thorns,
Blindly...
Still I Stand
without Demand
Regrets...
One Last time
Just to be sure
I need no cure
Relinquish...
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