The chosen one
from the land
of the frozen sun
where drunk nights
get remembered more
than sober ones, we was
never taught to run but
came guided outta sight
full blinded
like a pot head i feel
open minded
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The chosen one
from the land
of the frozen sun
where drunk nights
get remembered more
than sober ones, we was
never taught to run but
came guided outta sight
full blinded
like a pot head i feel
open minded
That's cool Robert, not a lot of content in this one... :what:
should i go back to my abstract poems?
Umm, I think this is pretty abstract, but a turn towards the content and the meaning of the content would probably shoot your poetry through the roof! :stoned: