Won't you, friend?A Poem by Maple EllenLet's become a beautiful mess. Where we shout curse words so they echo and go skinny dipping at 2 AM. Let us live.
Won't you come with me, friend?
Out and about in our corrupted world? It's full of sinners who are full of s**t, and they act as so. But we can be of the few who act on our own, and fill the cities with light. We'll go on foot and tell our tales, they are waiting for us. "The gypsies will come, oh what fun!" They will say, Oh, don't you hear the gossip? Our wild spirits are needed, to ripen the souls that are anchored. They're out and about, waiting, Won't you come with me, friend?
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3 Reviews Added on May 3, 2017 Last Updated on May 3, 2017 AuthorMaple EllenAboutRoses are red Violets are blue I'm more into daisies So here's a f**k you. more..Writing
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