I am not kidding you, I wrote this s**t in high school and just came across it... man. Most of the s**t in the notebook was worse than this, making me..
Late-I am havingone of those hometownnightsfilled with facesandPlaces, oneafter another, barely a stop.Pick updrop offmove onhave a beerhave a smoke"l..
I have read more than one sweet weekend morning poem on here about love and it got me thinking about my own weekend mornings and what my favorite ones..
Maybe my dreams left mefloundering,I've got nothingto achievewhenI realize that my goals were never real.My friend saysthat he used tosay he'd grow up..