Sky Bay

Across the river and down the way, There's a man who rides a mighty bay. But not on ground, nor water, no less, Across the skies this bay will bless. Hoofprints on cloud, no thunder's too loud, Nothing can stop the sky bay. Yup, it's a poem about a flying horse. idk man, idk.

No Stranger To Our Past

Well she came to me a cryin' mess,I thought I'd at least try my best,to console the girl who taught me about love.But little did I know, it was all a show.She acted her part, and played the role,of someone I'd hurt a few long years ago.Said everything had been just fine,'til I had come... Continue Reading →

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