I know we're not meant to be |
H3Y COULD YOU PL3ASE R3AD MY PO3M |
My mascara so run |
XXx...I Give Up |
I cut my skin |
And with those words |
Roses are red |
&& she jumped off the 18 story, spreading her arms and screaming your name, praying that it would giver her the strength to fly |
For the girl who only writes in a diary so she can say what he smelt like today |
Your kiss was a posion that's killing me slowly |