I need to be unhappy to smile; but I havent quite got the hang of it yet..
we never seem to make much sense
so into you; remind me how to smile
Throwing stones that never bleed through windows that never bend.
How do i make sense of that. Tell me how I can repair a damaged thought
Vanity
we never seem to make much sense
so into you; remind me how to smile
Throwing stones that never bleed through windows that never bend.
How do i make sense of that. Tell me how I can repair a damaged thought
Vanity
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godsmoker:
Holy Shit! That poem is awesome! I can relate a little. Rad name, BTW.
kaoticdreams:
i used to live in queens too. for about 13yrs. didnt really like it though. maybe its because i lived too close to the ghetto. 