This is me writing back to a poem that my lyss...
I was the stupid one...
Two years
seven months...
With his skin so soft
his rosy lips...
When we were growing up together,
Sometimes you were a git...
Hey my childhood friend,
since when we have not talked...
You and me,
Just can't seem to be...
THE ART OF EMPATHISING IS CONFUSING...
Our bodies sit right next to each other
While our minds are worlds apart...
many leaves have shed
summer can’t dry weepy eyes...
I have been thinking about a friend of mine, named...
Scott was troubled with the burdens of life...
Didn't you ever wonder, how things could have...
If you never walked away and my pain you would...
Ironically the person this poem is about is the...
It's hard to build up trust at first...