I'm a speed freak. And I drink too much coffee. |
In her eyes behold truth to feelings that may be...
I seek a fortune but not expenses...
Look at his smile
so full of glee...
Her name is keara.
she sings...
Noiseless static
frantically panicing...
I can't climb these
Mountains...
This poem was written about me by my BEST FRIEND...
I think sometimes...
Dear Mr. Anderson,
I'm writing you this letter to...
Nothing is guaranteed, save for death and taxes. |
God doesn't exist, but he thinks he does. |
On my seventh cup of coffee, |