ok, i dont know if just anyone can post in here, but whatever.... this is one of the first poems i wrote in like 9th grade or something, but I like it
in my dreams
I stay awake
but in the sun I'm forced to bake
thick red blood
is on the street
wet brown mud
is on my feet
rhymes are old
and so worn out
a secret is told
and becomes a shout
liquid dreams
of sleepy feins
fade away
as a price to pay
in my dreams
I stay awake
but in the sun I'm forced to bake
thick red blood
is on the street
wet brown mud
is on my feet
rhymes are old
and so worn out
a secret is told
and becomes a shout
liquid dreams
of sleepy feins
fade away
as a price to pay
