i feel sorry for your eyes right about now
not so much a poem but a burial...man, my humor is cryptic right about now..haha
i haven't posted a poem in a while....i figured you all needed a break from my devastation
My Thruth
At the age of 21 years
I have never seen a girl
look at me and witness
even an ounce of beauty
I have grown used to this game
I do not even expect interest anymore, ever
I am but a cold body
that dies between the girl
and her man of choice
A poem so bad it will depress you all
A poem so bad it will depress you all
blue sky in the velcro
my name is matt, but you can call me regis
my name is matt, but you can call me regis