I never got the chance to kiss you
But late at night I still miss you
Weed makes me ill, so does liquor
But reminiscing makes me sicker
Of only there were other ways I
Could forget you quicker
I'm sure you're up there sending me
Love seasoned with sass
Be grateful heavens out of reach
Or else I'd kick your ass
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Paper girl
PoesíaA collection of late night thoughts, from spills of emotion to 3am moods. Including childhood poems, Letters I never got to send, Lyrics I can't sing aloud, And miscellaneous quotes and fragments from yet to be published stories. Disclaimer: •chapt...
