(I play american football for a team called the saxons, and this is what we do every sunday.) Standing, huddle around the ball, An army of gaints our greatest wall, but we are saxons
On a summer day There is no place I’d rather be, Than laying next to you Under the swaying willow tree, Down by the river Watching the sun beam, Reflecting, Off the waters gleam,
Spilt in two, the red runs from the centre, to form a pool of sorrow on the floor, this pool so full it could burst, unleash everything I ever felt, into the atmosphere and poison the air,
Dear Gemini you dual natured thing, seeing as you excel at music to us may you sing? Dear Gemini you are complex, elusive and contradictory, but in the face of battle shall have
(I’m writing this about one night where I went against everything I thought I was) All my life I swore I would be kind, generous and sincere, I would treat girls with respect