Poetry

Don’t you worry i’m sorry i’m not supposed to worry i’m sorry i’m just like…

whenever he said he’d name it– he always would try to frame it, i miss…

Alyssa- i must confess to the contest that both of us are a borefest forgive…

Ashlee: pencil pushing inconsiderate making me want to kill for it wanting to know if…

i was wondering if after the mall you would take me to the grass to…

i’d have you.

contemplating your temptations what the fuck is up with your trepidations to make out is…

I was wondering what went down when I went to sleep. To dream of black…

hey Eva Green why do you look so mean what’s wrong is it me? is…