Be my late-night muse?
It's late and I'm writing crappy poetry once again. And I have that audition tomorrow. I'm such a life-fail.
Please do not leave me on a summer's day
To wander through meadows and fields of hay
To wonder on things that once might have been
Had you not fatefully entered the scene.
Writing poetry makes me happy. I don't think I even care that it's rubbish any more :)
Please do not leave me on a summer's day
To wander through meadows and fields of hay
To wonder on things that once might have been
Had you not fatefully entered the scene.
Writing poetry makes me happy. I don't think I even care that it's rubbish any more :)