You no that saying
What do you do when...
I want to be able to
Lay in you’re arms at night as I sleep...
If i were to cut my wrist
and bleed, bleed more, bleed with a twist...
She was crippled
But only her body was cracked...
I’ll be there when
You need my guidance...
I wrote this poem for my friend bryan because his...
I’M in you’re arms but not forever
FLOATING away like the day was never...
What is bordum but a figment of our imagination brought on by inactivity |
Grab the stick and go half way down... |
Your all that and a bag of potato chips |