Spartangirl197

"I AM! Yet what I am who cares, or knows? My friends forsake me like a memory lost." I hate to admit, it's been some time, since last I had the desire to put to rhyme All the things that were bothering me- Defendant, please place your plea. Cause this is a portent, the sign of the end: The sudden, inevitable, death of a friend. This isn't a fight; It's poetry (sounds about write). I should have seen the troubles that awaited when you claimed I was spawned - hell created. You were wrong: "A Poet is Born not Made" and in time even these words will fade into obscurity, which is assuredly much better than the likes of you deserve.