In which a boy with a bad habit of getting himself drunk learns that sex isn't everything.

Some die Some starve Some cry Most cut And they will be missed Some are alone Some are lost in a crowd Some yell out and moan Most do not voice their troubles aloud And they will be missed #1 Poetry #2 Random

"thank you for choosing target, we'll see you tomorrow."

Where a naive girl with lots of baggage and a rockstar that can't seem to think of anyone but himself fall in love over the span of 24 hours

" I don't need to write a paragraph comparing your eyes to stars, or string together sentences about how your touch makes me shiver. Our love was poetic before I scribbled one stupid messy word down about you, I loved you with every bone in my body, and if that isn't poetic, I don't know what is." I screamed.