Kissing Is A Habit
F u c k i n g Is A Game...

I need your love
its what i crave...

I loved you a lot
i thought you were mine...

Why do u say such hurtful things?
Why is it depression to my soul, your determined...

Dedicated to my baby doll: Evan....
We dated for 4...

(poet:??)
Girl: Do i ever cross ur mind...

I lie awake while time slowly marches on,
Thinking of what we had but now is gone...

For years ive cried
For a boy broke my heart...

I just cant take it!
So what, you say your sorry once...

(yeah..this isnt that great of a poem....)
Do none of u understand...

O geese,
they are all going to be so confused...

For everything that comes,
there must come a last...