What our ancestor's startedA Poem by Maple EllenSorry, I got drunk. No, I'm not Sorry, f**k you who judge. This was an awesome concert.
There's nothing like having one too many drinks with friends.
Such joy there is to listen to an unknown rock band, in a forgotten bar With their untune melody and even bass. The room has fogged, and the words flow out from a broken dam. The neon lights dance across our eyes, they almost hurt. This is why we breath, we only continue what our ancestor's started © 2017 Maple EllenReviews
|
Stats
196 Views
5 Reviews Added on April 27, 2017 Last Updated on April 27, 2017 AuthorMaple EllenAboutRoses are red Violets are blue I'm more into daisies So here's a f**k you. more..Writing
|