I Can't Think of a Title. :D
And here I am writing again
But it's about death this time
It's like a dessert land so barren
I'm trying my best to make a rhyme
You may read this with much disbelief
But I could really care less
I think I do this for relief
Oh I'm such a mess
To tell you quite frankly,
'Tis really not about death
To tell you very sully
All I have I have is stinky breath
A worthless writer wasting her ink
Because emotions are on her brink
--the stinky breath part is not true. ^^'' they are just fillers. :D The title of this is really "I can't think of a title. :D" :)
