“my face shows it rough, the thoughts are enough; I write to not bluff what my head makes up.” This is my POETRY book so it’s not an actual story but they’re the poems I write from time to time. Hope you Enjoy :)
Him falling down is what it takes,
For I wish I took his place,
Because then the old man cries,
Wouldn't be denied,
Over that whose screams;
Just because she wants a ride -
To a fucking vacation.
