yeah...well...writing is pretty fun i guess? sometimes i write things that dont really make sense to anyone else, but everything i write has to do with something that is going on in my life. sometimes it's something big, and sometimes it isnt. i always have a hidden meaning. |
Climbing so high,
i am expelled...
My re-occurring dream,
I'll tell you what it means...
Faithful blood will always spill
While worthless red takes more than its fill...
Don't call me crazy,
but it's true...
Where we stand today
is never where we dreamed to be...
Iwroteapoemaboutyoutoday. |
I'll wrap this sweater tight around my face |
The colony of fruit flies behind my eye, are the only things that will ever make me cry. |