My voices are always gonna be there, but they became quieter since you've came along they're no longer so loud
but when your gone it's like a hurricane of screams bombarding my mind.
You see when I say I love you and you don't understand you always fight back with "Oh no I do" but I just have to stop you right there baby because I wish I could just take your soul out of your 5" foot frame and lay it on a slate dissecting each piece picking out all the masterpieces held within you even though for heavens sakes I know it would take all day
YOU ARE READING
teenage fools
PoetryI write poetry about life, death, love, hurt, depression, and basically everything.
