Pulling up the anchor of fears Love's wind guides and steers Farther out till land disappears Journeying through the years
By River Seear3 years ago in Poets
It's not fair... Dye your hair Wax your legs Change your clothes Fix your nose Is this what we chose? Gotta be wanted
They say we've come far From the dust of a star To "the civilized world" As it's often referred Now I'll have to disagree
