im dying to make you wake up and make up and own up to the mis-takes. You made hearts ache and minds shake You lost time in your own whine What about mine? My Time? These things i'll never get back they're burnt black lost in crack you're crack co-caine you're lost. loss. losing. loser. you're a poser. it makes my brain fack- facking? -fucking- hurt. The End//
@#$^%*&% it looked cooler the way i wrote it, all spaced out, and stuff BUT &*^&$ IT WONT LET ME INCLUDE THE EFFIN SPACES!!!!
the poem you wrote is terrific..you describe it very well...and..our wording is very very sofisticated.
how to you manage to capture things so well!?! i wish i could do that. you really have an amazing gift, hun.
Your time is Now. I love your directness and your exposed truth in the face of all the lies and schemes you feel. Playful and erotic; Wise and simple; Suffering and loving. I feel your woes.