I go to sleep
And wish you were here...
Poem by bekah
The things I hate...
Slob on my knob
Like corn on the cob...
Cute, goofy
Playing ball, rapping...
White wall
Unique drawing...
So much to depend
Upon...
So much to depend
Upon...
SOME PEOPLE HAVE SAID
I NEED A MAN...
I HATE FAKE BISH
WHO TALK SH...
I'm closeted in
walls closing around me...
I hear your words
you're reaching out...
Im confused
tangled in fear...