I love to wright but my spellings not to great but who cares I like to wright song and short storys poems are something new I' m trying these days |
She told us the world was ours for the taking, and...
She told us the sky was blue, but don't look at it...
He left again slamming the door behind him begging...
Hand and hand
we walked on ice...
A tale of two girls one body she was trying to...
If we blind are selfs by what we say we will never truly see |