by Sabine Taylor Apr 8, 2005
category :
Miscellaneous /
Misc. poems
Standing on a great stage |
by Bobby Walker
That's why I wanna cry whenever I think of Sandra Bullock. And at that same time I sort of hate myself. Because I am no difference from the rest know love her without knowing her. The whole damn thing is unbearable. So, I'm walking in the grocery store and there is Sandra on the cover of something, and I just fall down dead. Thinking, "I can't deal with this life." And I lose all appetite. The only thought that keeps me going is the thought this she is still out there. In this game with me. |