I'm standing on the beach and staring at the sea
Full of whiskey.
Now I realize how toxic my soul is
So I fall on my knees
But I don't know what to do.
I never thought it will grow the way it grew
That's why I'm full of shit,
If you want some I can give you a bit
YOU ARE READING
Lame Thoughts
PoetrySome lame stuff. Someone told me that I should write poems, but I can't write poems. But if you're intrested, you can read.
