Kicking up dust
In my old dirty Chucks.
Holding tight to Hematite.
For a good chance with love.
We're young and dumb
There is no love.
Hard headed and don't seem to listen.
Obvious that a phase is present.
Constantly getting in trouble,
Learn your lesson.
Slowly evolving
While the old you is dissolving.
Sneaking out late at night
So you can see the skies natural light.
Skateboarding down the block in the summer while it's hot.
Young and naive
Thinking that I,
Know everything.
I know how the Universe
I know how everything goes.
I'm wrong,
The man who thinks he knows everything
Knows nothing....
At all.2:37 p.m. 7/4/16 Location: My Bed
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I Used To Write Poems Or Whatever
RandomHere's my old poems (a few) that I used to write. I have other's that I wrote in books that I unpublished or books that I never published. So uh... Yeah enjoy. I might turn this into a spam/rant book also.