If you knew what it was that you desired, where would the fun be in discovery? |
I never said I was perfect,
Why did you have to walk away...
The pain in your eyes
Fills me up with grief...
You talk about her all the time,
The suicide you almost commit...
Trickling down my face,
You are all to blame...
I cant write poems,
They confuse me a bunch...
I can't have you, and no one but you can have me. |
There is never enough freedom for the free, and there will always be too much freedom for the contained. |
So there's this boy- no, a man. he has stolen my heart, along with my mind. for that, i am glad. because his heart warms mine, and our minds work as one. he is my best friend, and he is my lover. |