As the birds filled the sky..oh so high
I lye down on the cold surface of the planet
watching with my good friend, Lauren
She sung and i sung.. through our lungs..
not from our nose.. so i strum
Struming the guitar in my hands..
i felt the power.. so did Dan and his gal
You culd say Dan is a Maniac..
I like to call him a friend..
tho he likes to brag..
im kinda a star..
Speaking of stars.. Lauren and I..
still Lying on the the ground..
watch from dusk 'til dawn
watching stars and clouds..
This is a pointless poem..
but isnt life pointless??
Goes on and on ,my life,
until I bring a knife.........
This is not a rhyming poem! Poems dont hav to Rhyme.. Jack Asss !
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