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...