scripted : Writing

what we have come to

what we have come to

A Poem by scripted


WE FEEL NO LOVE BUT HAVE MUCH PAINTHIS WORLD HAS NOTHING WE CAN GAINWE LIVE IN LIES AND HAVE NO YOUTHFORGOTTEN WHAT IT MEANS TO SPEAK THE TRUTHDAY TUR..
him...

him...

A Poem by scripted


HIMHE IS MALEHE IS LOVE AND HE IS MINEWHEN I SPEAK HIS EARS ARE OPENWHEN BEING KISSED HIS EYESSHUTI DONT FEEL THAT HE LOVES ME I KNOW HE DOESAND I LOV..
INSIDES MATTER

INSIDES MATTER

A Poem by scripted


I DONT LIKE YOUNOT BECAUSE YOU'"RE DIFFERENTOR EVEN WIERDBUT BECAUSE I SAW THROUGH YOUAND WHAT I SAW WAS UNEXPLAINABLEYOUR TRUE COLORS OVERPOWERTHE SM..
PURPLE DEPRESSION

PURPLE DEPRESSION

A Poem by scripted


DEPRESSIONMY HEART FEELS BLUEI CANT SEEM TO GET OUT OF THIS FUNCKI AWAKE TO FIND ANOTHER ORDINARY DAYI FEEL AS IF IM PRETENDING TO BE SOMETHING THATI ..

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