I miss you too much and Im not happy where I am
I want to be with you, curled up without worry
I'll drive too fast or swallow something lethal
just remember that no matter what, I am sorry
YOU ARE READING
A Little Thing Called Death
Poetryi won't explain many of these. they are for you to work out and they'll probably mean something different to everyone. (i own these poems) ((FINISHED.))
life's a game and this is just losing
I miss you too much and Im not happy where I am
I want to be with you, curled up without worry
I'll drive too fast or swallow something lethal
just remember that no matter what, I am sorry
