Life is one big story that we write and rewrite everyday. |
Oh wouldn't it be nice,
to live in an eternal paradise...
My library vixen,
my heart she restocks...
Why do they haunt me,
follow at every turn...
The rain falls down,
unto his head...
She comes out of nowhere,
she comes in a breeze...
Why do I love Emily?
Let me count the reasons...
I cannot believe it,
now it has come true...
*This poem has a lot of inside jokes and stuff in...
You're in 7th grade...
What is age,
a simple reminder...
Dear old mum,
gave birth to me...
Sometimes I see our old hangout, |
Sometimes I see our old hangout, |