Poems from EV2016
I feel shameof this thing you call a game.I am ashamedof the scars on my wrist, the urge to create new ones,all the lies I've told,all the...
I miss the summer days.Miss the sun rays,and the blue skies,and the shirtless guys.Miss the lakeand the break.I miss the breeze.Feeling...
I'm not a fake,but you say otherwise,Which makes me break,but gives you butterflies.And in the endI'm long deadSome friend,so I fled.How...