Poems from mandy.mawson.7
I wrote a great poem,
Then wasted it on you,
I should have just written,
About violets being blue,
I lost a poem,
For a letter to a lover...
Isn't it funny,
How the same girls who just "turnt up"
Can be the same girls,
Who call a pregnant teen a "slut",
Or how the same guys,...
What do you do when it's over?
There's not very much to say,
There's no way to tell someone not to leave,
When they have no reason to stay...
I've wondered why some bees can fly,
With bodies too big for their wings,
I've wondered why, without knowledge of music,
It's possible for...
The morning after Christmas,
On the Stahlbaum parlor floor,
Lay broken and invalid,
Soldiers from the Great Mouse War.
They fought their...