Starting at the walls
Walking down the halls
All the memories they bloom
Filling me with despair. With gloom
It’s just not the same
There is no fun. No games
When your not here
I think… I’ve gone insane
Starting at the walls
Walking down the halls
All the memories they bloom
Filling me with despair. With gloom
It’s just not the same
There is no fun. No games
When your not here
I think… I’ve gone insane
A Simple man who dreams of being an Author one day. A lover of poems and stories of all types. A dreamer and a tale weaver in my spare time. What little I have as a father of three. Come sit by the fire, and let me spin my tales, let me speak my rhymes, and show you, a quite good time.
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