i am a weird kid and i am always secluded from everyone and that is why i get bored and write. some poems suck others are good i am only putting good ones on here but also that is just my opinion. |
As I sit in my room,
Anger creeps upon me...
Was one day late
When that happens thats what i hate...
As I sit in my room,
Anger creeps upon me...
From the day we met,
to the month of May...
A friend helps you up when you fall down, and laughs. a best friend trips you again and laughs even harder. |
Silence is golden ductape is silver |
Smile... it confuses people |