I Write Poetry
Drown
by: Rob Paquin
The What Ifs piled, and I look back.
I always seem to wonder.
Why my timing is always off,
And erratic as the thunder.
Thoughts keep flowing like the tide
So quickly I'm pulled under.
As the image in the rear view fades
My heart is torn asunder
漏 The Snowdog
by: Rob Paquin
The What Ifs piled, and I look back.
I always seem to wonder.
Why my timing is always off,
And erratic as the thunder.
Thoughts keep flowing like the tide
So quickly I'm pulled under.
As the image in the rear view fades
My heart is torn asunder
漏 The Snowdog