cleoking
i sit at the edge of life like a cliff
trying to contemplate weather to stay in this forsaken world
or
jump
a creature dwells in the night
shaded by the dark thoughts of the people
its victims are the blackened souls crying out
for help.
i'm mumbling
mumbling about the future
mumbling about the past
trying to figure out where i'm headed
should stop or keep going i never seem to have the answer
society is like a black hole
it tries to lure you in slowly
then it sucks you in leaving
no trace of who you really are
spain comes out of nowhere sits next to you and plays with your
hair.
twirling one strand with his finger
you cant help but blush
ancient room stood in the room looking across at the beuatiful girl who just walked in
she had emreled green eyes and long flowing black hair
animals grow
people grow
but midjets dont grow
why dont they grow??
is because of me or is kljasdfhlkjasdhf
maria maria!! you remind of a westside story, born and raised in a spanish harlem. YOURE LIVING THE LIFE JUST LIKE A MOVIE STAR!!! OOOO MARIA MARIA
trees grow
people grow
but midjets dont grow
why dont they grow??
is because of me or is kljasdfhlkjasdhf
the tree growing out in the bacckyard had spread out to the neighbors yard and he was complaining. you never seen your neighbor so you were shocked when the handsome man appeared