I'm just Ari. Simple. |
Tomorrow cries for me
Because no one else will...
Pretty little knife
I'm putting you away...
Never hearing answers to any of my why's
"I'm sorry" is so fake when you HAVE to...
Tears drowned by the sea
Trapped beneath eternally...
Sitting here I find
While I'm old, everything thrives...
In the wake of my Naproxen lullaby
An interruption is gradually lured...
So many troubles
For young and old on this site...
In the grey morning
They dance in the tickling air...
You pitiful morons
Who love to beg in your title...
Backseat
No windows there...
If the shoe fits, wear it. If it doesn't, throw it at a moron. |
"Momma always said you can tell alot about a person from their shoes. Where they're going. Where they've been. I've worn lots of shoes." |
Life's a b.itch...maybe we need to pet it sometimes. |