Poems from nosilla

Yea, yupp, ya thats our conversations then it goes to So, so, soo, so, sooo, boring i know   what do we talk about, really... nothing
You walk silently down the road and over the bridge   His hand is in yours his fingers laced with yours  you love how his body heat is...
She sits there on his lap for the first time in three years   even though it was a dare she likes it  she wishes that he would wrap his...
i feel alone and deppressed why is that?  i have my friends i play my sport i do what i love im not anti social (sometimes) i deal with...
when it comes i hope you struggle when it comes i hope you choke when it comes i hope you fall when it comes i hope you suffer when it...

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