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.
Glitzy blitzed oh dear, look what you've done! Shut up, Merrill, this is my poem...darling? Sugarcakes? DEAR! Oh, NOW you've got her all pissy. Fuck you very much.
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