Our love dried up There’s nothing left All that was left Was me....bereft I stitched up my heart

Our love dried up There’s nothing left All that was left Was me....bereft I stitched up my heart

She b*tches and whines While I pine For quieter days Without the haze It was so simple

The world’s going to hell As you can tell While we’re stuck inside W/ rules we have 2 abide © From A Quarantined Poet’s

Copyright 12/5/14 I don’t get to read I don’t get to write I just get to fuss I just get to fight

The way u touch my face The way that u embrace The way u make me feel Makes me think this is real © From A Poet’s Heart

Covid-19 U r obscene We once were free But we couldn’t see U stole that

I caught Tinker Bell! The devilish little sprite! She has been causing hell! When she is out of sight! © From A Poet’s

I do not count my lines More than most of the time I just make sure they rhyme And that they rhyme in time.

He’s skipping To fourth grade After the break He’s skipping Half a year

If the world ends Today or tomorrow There will still b Just as much sorrow © From A Poet’s

With all this virus talk On internet and TV I had to take a walk To get back to me Without my job right now

Last night we Used the fan Tonight it’s cold Oh, man! © From A Poet’s

PSA: I’m republican and a trump fan. I do not hate Democrats or anyone against Trump. This is just inspired from one of the arguments I saw on Twitter. So go ahead ppl! Keep having stup...