Poems from T_C
Whoever's listening, hear my warning
This isn't the time for ignoring
Listen to all the hype
There's poison in the pipes
Racing through the...
There's something wrong with my head.
I don't know what – Just that it's hurting.
It doesn't usually feel so full
That it's fit to bursting...
Who am I? Is that really the question?
No, that can’t be.
The real question is this:
Who could I be?
Somedays I’m King Arthur, strong and...
Our meeting?
How could I possibly describe it?
In tones and words and emotions so fleeting
That the memories of it would cry out for...
Are you mine?
Will you be mine?
I'm here all the time
Watching tele
Drinking wine
Could you be mine?
That'd be fine
We'd have a grand...