I miss being a kid. |
This is a list of things that I miss. These things weren't complicated or fake or difficult or anything else that sucks now.I will think of more later.if you think of something that should be on this....
Posted by on Fri, 28 Nov 2008 23:55:00 GMT |
dorkdorkdork |
writing poems is just how i roll
on the outside looking in a simple request is all i ask this window isn't made of glass anymore. it has become soemthing more. like metal bars surrounding a jail. im l...
Posted by on Thu, 15 May 2008 12:39:00 GMT |
These words were written with ink not blood. |
Burn like the sun. I still remember the first timeSo clearly in my mind.I can still feel the cold air And the chills running down my spine.When that angel fell and shattered her wingsIt sent me spiral...
Posted by on Wed, 02 Apr 2008 19:36:00 GMT |
you you you |
A Story It was my birthdayAnd he brought me a giftSaid it wasn't too big And it wasn't expensiveIt wasn't wrapped upAnd it'd be hard to exchange So I asked him quite frankly"what the hell did you brin...
Posted by on Sat, 23 Feb 2008 13:50:00 GMT |
