I ain't got no one to call my own
And I never really had a home
But honestly, I'd rather be alone
Writing letters to my friends
That probably won't get sent
Is it ever gonna end?
Will I feel it when I get there?
YOU ARE READING
The Scape
PoetryThis is where I publish my poems about whatever I feel at the moment. If you relate to this somehow, this is the place where I want you to come and read to let it all go away, even if it's just a moment. I put my feelings and thoughts into words for...
