I have a strange brain.
That arranges pain upon a blank plain
I have a deranged rage
deciphering life with a pen of pain
I thank who ever made this rain
Of ink that stains pages for days
Poetry rizing
Beyond the horizons
Always perfect timing
When im dying from crying
Poetry you real my mind
And bind our love to art in endless time
And now that she cant be mine
Poetrys wheres me youll find
Is that my muse calling
I think all this arts just stalling
Its hard not to start bawling
Hey what rhymes with bawling?
I guess all things.