Where does this path lead to?
If only you knew what it is like to be me.
For empty bottles on boats and boats in bottles.
A little song thing I came up with awhile ago.
A short poem I wrote late one night... The grammar/non capitalization is deliberate
A little poem that I wrote to prove my friend wrong,
A poem based on things I did to inflict pain on myself two days ago.
How sorry I was to hear that you were suffering.
Miss poster child, died all the while...
The rise and fall of an intergalactic pickpocket.
Seed bead colors of days. 'Nuff said.
Dear___ im sorry
Remember, most things can easily be lost.