Sorry this stinks I am in a weird state where I can't write anything good, possibly writers block...
Rushes of fury,
Including the petite jury,
Crashing down from where you started,
You are fainthearted,
User, bruiser, loser,
Known to the police cruiser,
No more crying,
I'm sicking of your lying,
Nothing but pressing charges,
All your arriving and barges.
YOU ARE READING
Daily Poetry
诗歌Most days I feel different than the last. So each day I will try to express my feeling, some with just be random some will actually mean something. Enjoy my daily wiseness
