Woke in the morning my head all sweaty, A vivid dream maybe a wish, Dreaming of a tragic love story suprise plot twist, Craving someone’s warmth and the love they share, This tragic world pushes on without a single care
I travel alone with nothing holding me back, Somehow I find myself looking to the past, These adventures of mine would be so much better, If only I had some cute girl stealing my sweaters
Yes a sweater bandit I need one of those in my life, That’s why I keep traveling in search of the light, Maybe someday I’ll find someone to call boo, maybe it will happen someday hopefully soon
Creed's Poetry 