Poetry Brings
Poetry allows me
Not really so much grace
I write what I want
Don't care if I fall on my face
Without you there
There would only only be booze
I write with best intentions
But I write with a ruse
I sit here in writing
It's a phase of madness because of you
Wanting to hear what you'll say
Waiting to hear what you'll do
Copyright © Lauren Smith | Year Posted 2015
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