Poems from ScottiEmily
I wanted to write down exactly how I felt
I wanted to forget your name and after 7 shots,
yours is all I can remember
these broken...
I met you at 12
You were a good ole boy
You watched me become
a drugged out, alcoholic punk
We became best friends anyways
Sharing...
I am New England cold
a snowstorm covered in the red dirt of the american southwest
a lurking cold tugs at the corners of showing and...
Yeah, I see you
girl at the back of the class
hoping if she keeps quiet
no one will ask her to speak
hoping that if she wills her lips...
There is a difference between loving someone,
and feeling bad for someone
There is a difference between long distance
and just space...