Honestly, I just miss your dog, fuck face ...is it?
> in which i vent my anxiety and stress about what is to come About the disappointment and anger that comes with adulthood If you could not see the light of tomorrow, what would you do?
By lividsoul Just writing down what bittersweet nostalgia feels like to me. paper hearts;
original poem On of the first poems I ever wrote. Kind of an homage to my fifth and sixth grade years. My life consists of captured memories, this is one of them Billy the dinosaur loves rock music. He loves rock music but his parents do too and he hates that they do. He wants Springsteen to himself, his wandering heart aching for motorcycle rides in the deser... This poem is a self-portrait. How I grow from a child to an emerging butterfly. The golden age of being young and blue. There are still wisps of what you once were
'Lanky Lenny!' - the other kids would parrot after him at school. For Lenny was surely lanky.
But was he anything else? - he wondered.
Read on to find out.