They dug my grave yet in it I do not lie
the voice of a broken man
He's my friend, let me through
Now to space, a ship with levels
aboard a cat, 2 humans, and a mechanoid.
We can't forget the ship's computer with an intelligence quotient of six thousand
A box that travels through space
Four knocks is the magic number
Unfortunately only for one
Writing club gone rogue
Just one girl
The others are gone
A boy who lived
Parents that died
Dear me, Mr Potter how will you survive?
I honestly don't know what this was. I got bored okay...
YOU ARE READING
Poems (I guess?) I wrote when I was bored
PoetryI don't know what this is. Sometimes I just think if a title and go from there
