She shot me her look her ice cold glare all the time she took could've been a nice stare give me some gasoline and matches let's make a scene a huge fight hatches She bit my neck i grabbed her eyeball no one could check if any would fall Stop the fight just tell me the truth what's on your sight? you strangled youth
Hey, cool you shared here. This was touching on a lot of themes and ideas but not a single one was done with any care ore depth. Too shallow and elementary...or too yester year. Sprinkle some of this on some Dr. Seuss and maybe we get some green eggs and effort.
