I'm a tom boy with shoulder length brown hair, green eyes, and black glasses.Idon't like bright colors and my faviriout ones are black and crimson red. I collect knives and lighteres of all sorts and have a weard habbit of writing depressive poems as you can prabably tell. |
Why does he make me cry
even when I'm lonesome and shy...
He loves me he loves me not.
I know that is not true...
You told me that you loved me.
You said that it would grow...
Walking toward my attic doors.
That lead to the garage...
So far yet so close.
I'm wanting him the most...
I'm sorry, not really, but i am. |
I'm sorry, not really, but i am. |