Poems from jeremykuan
That moment when you see her
for the hundredth time
like it’s the very first time
That moment when you stare at her lips
and wish that...
how could God allow us to love something that doesn't reciprocate so much?
He feels it too.
A fucking dick,
A self-centred prick.
A ranting bore,
An attention whore.
A pious saint,
An animal without restraint.
A silent glare,
An...