My dearest love, my heartโs desire, I write to you from fields of fire, Where muskets roar and cannons boom, And every day is filled with gloom.
By ๐๐๐2 months ago in Poets
If your life is unfulfilling and you wish to disappear, I have just the machination so that no one knows youโre here! ๐ช
Thereโs a monster in the attic and heโs making quite a stink Iโm not usually one to panic but I havenโt slept a wink ๐น
The hourglass of every life is filled with grains of sand And through the narrow neck of time our memories all land Each grain a special yesteryear each grain a dream thatโs passed
๐พ๐๐๐๐ ๐ฎ๐๐๐๐! Weโve all heard of Santa, that โjolly old elfโ Who navigates the globe in a sleigh by himself Led by a team of nine flying reindeer
