i liek soft ball and football i love poems and poeple taht do them espacailly teens my age and i loev makin new friends |
The tears that you see
they fall only for you...
Razor blades
gently cut...
A small hand
wrapped around a finger...
The sharp edge of the razor
cuts my skin easily...
I cant live with out you
your a part of me...
Let me make it up with love |
She spends half her day doing her hair and make up for a guy who will never care |