hey, my names abby. im sixteen. and i love poetry, whats there more to say. |
Sometimes you make me really mad
just the thought that you would even wanna make me...
Liars don't get second chances, and secrets don't make friends. so open up, spill your guts; make sure you make an honest mess. |
I have the kind of friends where my house would be on fire and we would be outside hitting on the firemen. |
Never give up if you still want to try; |