I write poetry. All of my stuff turns out depressing, it seems. I can't write happy stuff, at least not just naturally. I have to try pretty hard. If I don't...It turns out like my llama poem. |
Hello, Love.
Sometimes life is so ironic...
A broken angel on shreaded wings, beneath the...
A living nightmare haunting him, beneath the...
Can you see the falling snow?
And is that our song on the radio...
I miss the way my heart speeds up when we kiss,
On those moments how I love to reminisce...
I miss the way my heart speeds up when we kiss,
On those moments how I love to reminisce...
Can you see the falling snow?
And is that our song on the radio...
Slow, small kisses are the start
Or the way he got into my heart...
I can't believe I couldn't see,
Caught up in what you wanted me to be...
Tears flowing freely, I clutch my hands to my...
Glaring, I shout,"Why did you tear us apart...
Dancing makes for a good time. Dancing like you're in an iPod commercial makes for a better time.-Kelsey |
Secon' Floor WHAT?!-KC & AJ |