Poems from bryan.ew
I really don't get the point of a lot of different things
Like how comfy is that couch?
Can you measure the level of comfort in that couch...
Tell me how I was exactly like him
Tell me how I am not original
Tell me someone has already done that
Everythought has already been...
Mine was Red
I used to tremble thinking that that was it
I could tell a mile away just looking at it.
But I knew it wasn’t
But the...
Sometimes it rains
Somtimes babe, it downpours
Will you still kiss me?