I don't give many second chances but to him... He could have infinite. And he has. I guess its cause the way he makes me feel. When I pass him in the hall, when I see him and hug him at lunch, walking back to class after lunch. Just to hear his voice but it sucks cause I know I won't have him again. I hope but he's with her and he seems happy, he seems at peace. That's all I wish for him... I made him happy once. Then I messed it up. Wish I could turn back time.. Let's build a time machine!
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Poems I Guess You Could Call Them
RandomOkayy so here are a so things that I write when my mind gets too much. Im not good at writing and most of this doesn't have a specific meaning, it's how you take it and understand them.
