Denim Death
I take a look at my jeans,
Do you know what that means. I take a look at my jeans,
Denim in every seam. Denim is dying,
We used to think we were flying,
Denim is dying,
Are the companies even trying.
My Fav Place - Malaysia
(writing a poem about fav places, like the one you like the most, either this one or my boston one)
Such a busy city, a city called Kuala Lumpur,
With its bright lights and lots of traffic,
You will...
My Fav Place - Boston
(hey, im writing a poem about my fav places, but i cant decide which ones better please like for the one you like the most.
Art Poem...
Art is a beautiful gift,
Given to the talented and the swift,
It can lift the lies of every myth,
And you can also spread the gift.