I think that the poetry i write , is always real . |
Now bleeding , she wonders why she was never good...
she looks in the mirror , trying to decide what...
Your orange dirt bike , your sideways smile .
you may be new , but i love you...
She doesn't care , when you laugh so hard you pee...
she doesn't care , when you have your bad moods...
Weak in the knees , he sees i cant breath .
smiles once more , then walks away...
Still thinking of you ,
wonder if you ever miss me too...
Being your girlfriend , |
Dont be pushed down , |
We were bestfriends , |