this is just some crap about what i think the world is like
A poem I wrote when I was fourteen years old.
You loved her, you broke her.
Technically this a song, written by my boyfriend he dedicated to me due to our current 'situation' :)
I want to give this to my boyfriend but don't know if i should.
So, I wrote this just now and it's not been edited but just read? please?
Art is dead, kid.
Sometimes, the longing to have a place and someone who cares, someone to tell you that you matter, can show in the most curious ways.
I had a dream and wrote a poem about it, I hope you like it.
Just a little 8 line poem I wrote in English yesterday
And it was beautiful.
"Cross my wrists and hope to die, I will only ever lie." Lyrics/poem/vent. Please let me know what you think.
I'll tell you why.