My poems are like pennies. everybody has em, and nobody wants em!

my poems are also like pennies cuz maybe if i get a hundred of em, maybe they'll be worth something. like a crappy toy from mcdonalds.

:)

Sticks and stones will break my bones
but words will cut me deeper

I think i confused my heart too much, and it ran away..

I think the warm fuzzies in my tummy are a good thing. you wanna help me find out?

<3

Your promises are as sweet as honey, but in the end will they sting like bees?

If there's one thing i learned, the line between friends and more than friends is a skinny one...

I think i like the person under the mask more...now, the world may not agree...

That's right. i lit the match that burned my bridges. and im not sorry.

I have a sunrise and i have a sweetie
i have a boyfriend and i have a secret
if my heart gets any more insane, im puttin it in a straight jacket.

love u guys all tho!

I'm sorry I made a promise i couldn't keep. I guess I won't love you forever..