My Random Stories

Poems

Roses are red, violets are blue, my heart is soar because I miss you

yesterday's history, tomorrow's a mystery and today is a gift that's why it's called the present.

call me insane I accept. but call me gay that hurts. now that's my concept

I've read a lot in my short 14 year life, but one such book has caused me lots of strife. Reading over this book on this site. Has caused me to curl in pain because the light. The light I see is the revelation of a person getting over a man. But sadly as she does she mentions a tin can. A tin can who she left in the dust, who's now dating her friends sister and she explains her disgust. The disgust is quite short and shouldn't hurt much, but the way she explains it is painful to the touch.