Poems from zacford
now I'm no weatherman but you're my sunshineI know that when I'm with you, there is an 80% chance of smiles and a 20% chance of running...
imaginationgetssmallerwithage
crayonsgetsmallerwithuse The only "fist fight" I've gotten in was with a boy named Casey in kindergarten,...
i'm sorry, i still love you
dear girl who lives in the flat faced house, thank you for letting me walk you home, you're a sweet person. dear boy who lives in the cul-...
i'm sorry if this doesn't make sense, this is what is on my mind(and this is parts I wrote a week ago)and I'm sorry that I wrote this poem...