Hey all, I'm an amateur poet and writer so will upload little bits of my work for you guys.
They paved paradise and put up a parking lot. With a pink hotel, a boutique and a swinging hot spot. Don't it always seem to go, that you don't know what you got till its gone
142978 Feels like I'm gonna suffocate.
Take me out tonight, where there's music and there's people. Who ate young and alive. Driving in your car. I never want to go home, because I haven't got one anymore.
The Cries Of The Wolf The cries of the wolf, Howling through the moonlit night. The sound of the hunter, Thirsty for blood. He runs through the forest, His feet bleeding from the thorns bellow. He can smell it. The trail of crimson. The sweet scent. Still he runs, the pain unbearable. Closer and closer, he has to hide. A single shot. The cries of the wolf. Howling through the moonlit night.
