heartfelt |
last thing i remember...
you walking from my door...
i lie face downbottles brokenbloodied on the floorred pools all around,and somewherei can hear your laughter
i can feel your promiseseemingly ...
Posted by on Sun, 19 Nov 2006 16:43:00 GMT |
None of your business |
In the days,When we were swinging from the trees.I was a monkey,Stealing honey from a swarm of bees.
I could taste....I could taste you even thenAnd I would chase you down the wind.You can go th...
Posted by on Tue, 14 Nov 2006 15:16:00 GMT |
FUCK COPS |
I'm sick of talking to them, I'm sick of them fucking with my friends, and I'm sick of them fucking with me.....I've had enough of the police.
Posted by on Fri, 13 Oct 2006 03:17:00 GMT |
