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.
Sentiments, and things that never really happened.
Wait for me.
Pull out those vocal chords and now tell me you're sorry.
For everyone who's lost someone they hadn't met. For everyone who's been lost. Mikeys_glasses, if you're still reading posts...