Poems from whitneyscollegesearch@gmail.com
Little brother of mine I wanted to ask you how you were?
Because since you left you've been the only thing on my mind.
And I can't help...
do you remember when as kids you would go into my room to do flips on my bed?
When at night we'd just talk and talk until one of us fell...
i found someone special to me.
I found myself not regretting my past but seeing it through a different glass.
I found the real meaning of...
What I want you to do is look into my eyes
& tell me your whole life story
because I want to get to know who you really are
I want...
i hate this guy right now
hes outside singing
i bet hes drunk
he rearranged the lamps for people who already left
theres something wrong...