Greggy
April 21st, 2010, 10:35 PM
I type without knowing
The words are just flowing
I live without seeing
Is there even worth of me being?
I love without passion
My heart's not something to ration
I rhyme without care.
Why?
Who knows.
Just something quick and simple, threw together for fun..
The words are just flowing
I live without seeing
Is there even worth of me being?
I love without passion
My heart's not something to ration
I rhyme without care.
Why?
Who knows.
Just something quick and simple, threw together for fun..