Hi! My name is Queen(Not really) And I am a huge fan of BWWM stories! I'm mostly shy, and I love getting lost in this little app! If you want to be friends I'm game! And I hope you enjoy my stories!
Oh wait! Let me tell you a bit about me!
1. I'm a girl 
2. 💗💜💙
3. 18 Years of age until Nov 2
4. I'm black! And I fucking love it bitches!
5. I'm a dork/a book worm.
6. I love my hair for it is my crown.
7. I'm so in love with BWWM stories (been really into werewolves as of late)
8. I love anime! 
9. I can't cook to save my life.
10. I'm an amateur poet. 
11. I love Anime!
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Leaves from the vine
Falling so slow
Like fragile tiny shells
Drifting in the foam
Little soldier boy
Come marching home
Brave soldier boy
Comes marching home

Those leaves did grow
From branches overgrown
Drifting slowly down
Resting on the loam
Little soldier boy
Taken from home
Forced to fight a war
That's not his own

Leaves from the vine
Falling so slow
Like fragile tiny shells
Drifting in the foam
Little soldier boy says 
"Carry me home"
Sleeping soldier boy
Is carried home
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Girls
are like
apples on trees.
The best ones are
at the top of the tree.
The boys dont want to reach
for the good ones because they
are afraid of falling and getting hurt.
Instead, they just get the rotten apples
from the ground that aren't as good,
but easy. So the apples at the top think
something is wrong with them, when in
reality, they're amazing. They just
have to wait for the right boy to
come along, the one who's
brave enough to
climb all
the way
to the top
of the tree.