Like..'You'
J
James McLain
0
Altın Yaprak
To know, how do i tell?
Different day, so are you!
Crabs hard shell, to hide
when soft is in style, eat.
Fried good, raw is butter
Blind me, sunglasses, tint.
Bottled I am not, gosh gee.
Wolves do, travel in packs,
upon a meeting, posture not.
Battles are dreary, narrowed
some days, better than others.
Bu şiiri puanla
Henüz puan verilmemiş