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...
Designate to detonate, the truth will come once we meet bitter ends.
They drain mothballs into your eyes and South Dakota flies into your head. Sincere, so dear to my dreary alibis. Such a shame we aren't all saying goodbye.
This is a poem my friend wrote for me. I have another if you guys like this one.
Um, well more depressing stuff. Sorry 3:
This kinda makes no sense, but I give you more of my depressing poetry for you
Sugar, you better run. . .