well...i like to write poems and play volleyball...poem writing is the only way i know how to express myself...and volleyball is sort of a family sport...though im only sixteen...i had to put up a whole lot of stuff... |
Never really could understand
Why I felt the way I do...
As I walked around this neighborhood of mine...
I see everybody...
I remember those days...
Where you would come to me and cry...
It would be nice to wake up...
To the voice of the one you love the most...
What a beautiful girl she is...
Nothing about her could be wrong...
I failed you as your lover...I failed you as your friend...Now that you're gone...It feels like the end... |
If a mime is walking in a forest, a tree falls down on him, and no ones around to hear it, does the mime make a noise? |
If a mute person swears, does his mother make him wash his hands with soap? |