So I write poems. I like to do it also. |
You’re the king of destruction,
The object of my pain...
We're the "Three stooges" everyone says,
me n her are closer than ever...
No one seems to care, or understand why I love you...
Its like, the world is moving on,
but I'm still stuck in on place...
- no one to love no hand to hold...
The past was then, and this is now, so enjoy whats happening, and screw what happend |