Hi, |
Psyche of a manic-depressive
My brains confused, from high to low...
They say the windows to the soul are the eyes,
Well your soul must be beautiful...
Untitled Love Poem
I Have Always Loved You...
Why?
I See You Smile...
They always say they just want to be friends... Right after they tear your heart out... |
Life is like a Piggy Bank, you get out what you put in. |