I loves writing poems ... I love to just sit in my room and think of things to write about .. |
The day I met you
I looked straight into your eyes...
A sigh in the day
A cry at night...
It's a sad thing to think about
It's hard to even admit these things...
I'm here to tell u a story
that started in 1919...
It hasn't been
At least one day...
For the record |
"When you're in jail, a good friend will be trying to bail you out. A best friend will be in the cell next to you saying, 'Damn, that was fun.'" |