Silence poem
Silence blares through headphones
Like the perfect song
Smiling at the time we have
‘Cos yours is nearly done
People laugh at hurt like it’s 1485
Working out the weak ahead
Strong enough to raise the dead
Wear tea cosies on your head
Yep. That’s it.
Like the perfect song
Smiling at the time we have
‘Cos yours is nearly done
People laugh at hurt like it’s 1485
Working out the weak ahead
Strong enough to raise the dead
Wear tea cosies on your head
Yep. That’s it.