Monday, 4 June 2012

Fairy Fantasy.



Catchy clubs with toilet tubs all been done before
every grab a tubby journey deep down on the floor
All the while a dreamy cool and calm boy resides
a place of horror gravestone sorrow homesick all the while
close the eye and make a wish and risk a what can be
or shut a hole and drown a soul in fairy fantasy.

Mythical_Poet

1 comment:

  1. Writing these poems keep me sane and away from the insane asylum. They let me know I have some use, at least a good side to my curse. But you'll never know cause I look normal.

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