Young little girl
wandering the streets...
The poem which lost its words,
leaving the lines blank and unheard...
Riddle
By Mark Spencer...
My life was crumbling before my eyes, and I pray...
And every time I shed a pound, its another foot...
Alone in a room
with a deja-view...
You pitiful morons
Who love to beg in your title...
Now you've got a space,
to compromise...
The other night
i tried to go on this site...
I ponder the day,
Letting my mind wander...
In peaceful sleep I lay me here,
My favorite place when night appears...
Remove the layer of skin
Tear away the broken heart...
Revolted of this peanut butter atmosphere
And the exaggeration of summer fun...