Category: poetry

  • Hope. (It’s not just for the rebellion)

    To the lass I just passed on the grass with Dat ASS,you entice all my deep routed fears.To say no, I would show just how slow I would go,but I’m sure it would all end in tears.So I’ll try (though I’m shy) to pass by with an eye,on a future life built around you.But I… →