Poetry
Dead & gone
it’s strange this bottle of wine how it makes me want you again last time, you just pumped me, no foreplay no thought of…
it’s strange this bottle of wine how it makes me want you again last time, you just pumped me, no foreplay no thought of…
i told my boyfriend to fuck off so he went on this dating site called plenty of fish he started looking for older women…
I’m not sure what we’re doing here waiting for life to begin saving money writing poems that no one reads going to school taking…