To the boy that thinks he can write poems.
Breaking up your shitty ass stories into stanzas does not make your crap poems. It just makes them chopped up crappy stories.
Noone wants to buy your crap book, stop pimping it.
ARGH
To boys that can write poetry, or songs or anything that make me smile.
Make me smile.
It has been a while.
Ok I just had to tell off my stalker without him knowing lol.
Its safer.
Breaking up your shitty ass stories into stanzas does not make your crap poems. It just makes them chopped up crappy stories.
Noone wants to buy your crap book, stop pimping it.
ARGH
To boys that can write poetry, or songs or anything that make me smile.
Make me smile.
It has been a while.
Ok I just had to tell off my stalker without him knowing lol.
Its safer.
In your arms
Laid in a pool of blue
And when my breath
Leaves my lungs
My gift, given to you
And when you touch
Skin made chilled
Felt an unearthly fire
I will return
Blood made warm
Brought back by intense desire
I can't belive I even wasted my time on that woman...