I SAW THE WAY YOU LOOKED AT HER AND I REALIZED YOU WOULD NEVER BE MINE. I COULD BE THE NICEST GIRL TO YOU BUT NOTHING WOULD COMPARE TO THE BEAUTY SHE HAD. AND I JUST WANT TO SCREAM AT YOU BECAUSE WHY NOT ME WHY NOT ME WHY NOT ME. BUT I REALIZE THAT WAS WHY. IM TOO MUCH OF A HURRICANE FOR YOUR TROPICAL ISLAND AND SHES A SIMPLE DRIZZLE TO WATER YOUR FLOWERS.
YOU ARE READING
scream poetry
PoetryIM SCREAMING MY LUNGS OUT SO THAT WAY I CAN FEEL SOMETHING OTHER THAN THE EMOTIONAL PAIN WRITTEN IN THIS BOOK
