Ya know how if u step on something sharp and the...
Lacey
what more should I say...
CRAZY,CRAZY,CRAZY
BOY YOU MAKE ME CRAZY...
SOME BOYS ARE TROUBLE
SOME BOYS ARE PLAYERS...
I’m sick and tired of little boys
who run like hell away...
Why is it some mornings
your clothes just don't fit...
I'm so bored out of my head, its too hard for me...
its nine o clock and way too early, my floor...
This poem is dedicated to my Best friend Heidi aka...
Hoodie is my number one hoe bag...
The whistle of the wind
smells like frozen ice...
I awaken at night with a burning desire,
Something is calling like an unquenched fire...
You are you in your own special way.There is no...
The sun so bright
The wind in my hair...