Poems from batoo98
The shackles of the past still ring in the minds of a brother.
Poetry allows the emotions of a brother to be proclaimed.
The MASTERS of the...
i used to need you like a car needs gas
i used to need you like a bike needs wheels
i used to need you like a song needs a beat
i used to...
when it plays
the music makes
the heart of a champion rave
throught my life it is the only things that saves
whenever i have a bad day
it...
The way i breath, the way i think, they used to be insinc
but when i saw you that all went in a blink
and i had to visit the shrink
cause...
Free like a butterfly but consticted like a prisoner,
loved child but a deviling bastard,
contreveral topic but a blank subject,
smart kid...