i love to write poems. and i love to make friends that i dont know. |
Not even a poem. More of a venting session.
Laughter. Joy. Excitement...
I need someone to hold me...
for i am weak...
I need someone to hold me...
for i am weak...
I never thought...
About all of those things...
Did you know that i wanna be with you
I'm sitting here silently thinking of you...
I think I'm being emotionally abused. |
What is there to life for if life has no meaning within ourselves,. |
What can you lose but you know where it went? |