It's scary, it's weird, it's strife. This awful thing we call life. The act isn't awful more the things you endure, I think we know that and of that I am sure.
By A Quick Thought7 years ago in Poets
Thank you to Charlotte for giving us Jane, a novel full of Victorian pain, And thank you Yeats for poems untamed, and thanks for all the political pain.
So here I am pouring out my heart, now you're reading where to start. I know they all start like this, But to me this ain't a piece of piss.
Here we go, oh my Oh god where do I even start, You laugh at all those silly words, so immature, like fart. And I hate that I never could express the way I feel,