Oh little green monster
your the death of me...

L eave those pen marks on the paper
O pinions have been formed...

{{this ones for you manda!! <3}}
muffins muffins...

A moment, please
Just one for now...

I am sitting
waiting...

I've been broken
shattered, dropped...

September passing by my face
Our entire life, just one race...

As waves jump high
And tides run low...

Seconds, sweet, are hours
When confronted with the thought...

My weapon
Is a curved metal knife...

What are you missing?
what have you found...

Sadly mistaken
for a 2nd hand friends...