i love poetry and i am so good at it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! |
I keep waiting here at home
waiting for your phone call...
They are there for you
they care about you...
When he looks me in the eyes and
tells me that i feels like sand...
Oh how i loved to feel his hands
they were fat and blubbery...
Its so sad trisha loper is constapainted
i tryed to give her some pepto bismo but instead...