Hiya all. I am Sotiri, a 17 year old poet from a small country town, Mildura. Boo yeah! I have been writing poems for about, oh, I dunno, 6 months? |
Aged Mahogany oaks swaying with rhythm,
Sun kissed leaves tumbling to the ground...
What makes a true friend is not the present they...
Or the gifts they take...
Life is the journey we all will take,
An undulating adventure...
You're as bright as the searing sun,
More beautiful than the sea...
Frustrated, betrayed, and overall annoyed.
Yes I have been lied to...
Is there something about being smashed?
To me its plain old dumb...
Frustrated, betrayed, and overall annoyed.
Yes I have been lied to...
You're as bright as the searing sun,
More beautiful than the sea...
Life is the journey we all will take,
An undulating adventure...
What makes a true friend is not the present they...
Or the gifts they take...
It's easy to accept the shortfalls of society if you don't confide in it |
Move your troubles onto a stationary kart, and place yourself on a moving one. So that way, no matter how far you progress, your troubles are always behind you. |
Associating with those who bring you down, is a sure sign of weakness. |