My girlfriends a writer
And it drives me insane
You see
I’m a reader
But not of the benane
Every day with new prose
She
Comes to me
Asking me my two cents
I oblige and read
But this one rancid day
I just couldn’t get through
She came to me with a story
About a bee and a flute
I said I’m not in the mood
And turned one more thing sour
But we ended up cuddling and kissing within the hour
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Tears Are My Friends
PoetryThis is a compilation of poetry and the prelude to the telling of overcoming depression and taking advantage of your own life! Nineteen year old extraordinaire Delusionally leaves behind her old delusions of incompetence for new delusions that lead...
