Believe It Or Not, I Actually Hate Reading My Own Poetry. I Love Reading Other's. |
Murderous Intentions, People Say She's Fine.
How Is That An Unusual Sign...
To Those Who Though I Never Would,
I've Come To This, I Know I Should...
Summer Turns Into Fall.
I Stare Down The School Hall...
Alone In The World, Nowhere To Go.
Rejected By Everyone She Has Come To Know...
Murderous Intentions, People Say She's Fine.
How Is That An Unusual Sign...
Never Limit Yourself. |
You Life Is Like A Train. |