Why do I need a dad when all he does is make me...
this is another one of my poems from my other...

&& i don't understand is there something...

She always would run in her room sit on the floor...
She was different from the others but she could...

Love is when your stomach spins in circles cause...
this poem was on my other name but i deleted it...

On one cooled winter night she looked through the...

She falls to the floor and it's like you don't...
She falls to the floor and it seems like you...