Poems from WoeIsJohnBao
And you're goneFarThe last of you that I heardWas the sound of your guitar
All we areIs two star crossed loversAs distantAs the stars
And...
Let me paint you a picture
Of a world gone blind from hours untallied
Peering into a window of light so blinding
It consumes our thoughts...
They wave you in the broad oak doors
And shake your hand in turn
They leave a good taste in your mouth
And watch your ego burn
They take...