I awake in a puddle of H20, already my day is getting better, the only thing that can top this now is a poem.
The beast with hair on thy back, None of thee clothes going to slack.
Fin
I awake in a puddle of H20, already my day is getting better, the only thing that can top this now is a poem.
The beast with hair on thy back, None of thee clothes going to slack.
Fin
She is an outcast. She finds it easier to express what she feels in the form of writing. Whether it is poems, letters or long texts. These are poems that she writes trying to describe how it feels to...