my name is Brooke. 17. poetry and writing are �. |
Ive tried, bleeding, getting mistreated. You...
But even though it hurts, I do it all for you...
The night you left was the day when the
blue skies turned gray...
Cute by fragile,
Amazing weak...
The first time i looked at you,
I didn't know what facial expression to make...
We were close from the beginning,
everything was cool. I knew it was going to be...
She looks like an innocent child,
but on the inside shes one heck of a wild child...
Preppy:: |
Yeah we act like were special |
I swore I knew that melody |