AS I SI TIN MY ROOM THINKING OF YOU,
WITH THE KNIFE PRESSED AGAINST MY WRIST...

Yea he loves running the street
but what about when he rubs my feet...

Roses are red
crayons are brown...

You are so so cool
you make me drool...

I love you so deeply,
I love you so much...

The girl inside has a fear,
of what the girl inside holds so dear...

ROLL ROLL ROLL YOUR BLUNT TWIST IT AT THE
END TAKE A PUFF THATS ENOUGH PASS IT TO...

DAMN I'M LOOKING FOR A MR. GOODBAR,
ONE...

Now my would be lover,
You think that it's over...

A poem a day - Shopping with a friend...

Detention is a prison,
The desk your cell...

Some say fat is back, where at I think its whack
How can fat come back when it never began...