Ode to Grandpa |
Waking in the morning, you were always sitting. The paper in one hand and cereal in the other.The sound of my slippers made a pit pat sound, You always knew I was there.I pulled up a chair, you poured...
Posted by on Mon, 17 Nov 2008 00:42:00 GMT |
now what? |
I'm out of high school.
I'm 18.
I'm in a functional relationship.
I'm working a job.
I'm actually trying to get along with my parents.
I'm going to be moving out in a month and a half.
And yet...
Posted by on Thu, 12 Jun 2008 02:06:00 GMT |
Love you |
Hatred and Love are the same thing; each the desired passion of an extreme. The deep need to hurt, hate, and ruin an individual shares the same pod as the deep need to touch, romance, and enjoy. Love ...
Posted by on Sat, 24 May 2008 01:07:00 GMT |
