Write a letter to your 100-year-old self.
I used to drink water from the hose
How I’m alive nobody knows
Or God, has the ratios
I’m full of lead from head to toes
Line my deathbed with black rose
Copyright © 2023 PoeEternal.
Water from the hose
Write a letter to your 100-year-old self.
I used to drink water from the hose
How I’m alive nobody knows
Or God, has the ratios
I’m full of lead from head to toes
Line my deathbed with black rose
Copyright © 2023 PoeEternal.
