It was 9:30pm!
her forehead creased in displeasure...
Sometimes I wonder if there is more than 3,
and if there is, I am less than thee...
Moving bubble like...
I sure didn't plan on my life turning out this...
Sad eyes follow me;
what's the misery...
Speak mirror!speak!
tell me of the old secrets...
Social media's such a bore:
we click and flick, dismiss fat chicks...
Flimsy shoe
stroke from below...
I'm not lying when I say I love the sun,
But I can only take so much...
the weather feels,
moody...
Every Afternoon at Four
Every afternoon at four o'clock...
The worlds a weird place
Nobody can say a word...