He watched the gun
As it shot the farmers son
Hid the bullet in grass and hay
Wiped the gun with the wool of miss may
Walked from the barn
In sweet disarray
Justice will come to him
One day.
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About Me
- Charlie
- Southampton/Winchester
- So i probably think too much, sleep too little and stay up half the night. But i write, and i try to compose. I have a passion for music. I love poetry. I love lyrics. I love to daydream. I love to anticipate and fascinate. I love to sit and think. I love writing. I love reading. I love mountains, streams, lakes and fields. I like to walk and get lost. I like to find somewhere new. I like to dream and remember these dreams. I like to feel. I like to talk. I like to watch the stars. I like to capture moments through the shutter of a camera. I like faces. I like emotions. I like eyes. I like laughing about nothing and everything. I like lazy, hazy nights of drinking, writing and being. I like things. Little things. I like pockets. I like handwritten letters. And Post-It notes. I like fridge magnets. I like Pimms. I like second-guessing. I like hugs. And forehead kisses. I like people. I probably like you.
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