Poems from WillStith
I don't do well in groups...
I don't work well with others,
Lies
I don't care for your type....
Don't expect me to respect you, I don't...
I write to feel free, life is bodange in it's essence
Trivial chores, stangnat relations, outside opionions
I want to be lost in my own...
"Let's hang out, are free this weekend?"
Spontaneity, will be our guidline, we'll figure it out, just bring friends"
"But I have homework...
This beach weather isn't it?
A cool breeze, bare feet, pelicans to shoo,
Hold my while we walk
To kids, enfatuated, with enfatuation itself...
Wow, its been a long time coming,
Lots of reserved laughs, like i was hiding something,
Truth is, I was terrified, scared of what people...