maybe it wasnt a fairytaleit wasnt an eyes across the roomautomaticly knowing he was the one.it was a few laughs and a dart gun.at least at the startm..
their sneaking up on mecollecting themselvesready to wage a war against me preparing to take the battle against my faceand my mindas they roll down my..
someday ill find someone to love yousomeonewho will put upwith all your shitwho will be theretrough thick and thinalwaysand foreverno matter whatsomeo..
it makes me want to dancespin around in circlesuntil I'm dizzyand you catch mein those "oh so safe"arms of yoursit makes me want tosingloud and off ke..
ill never be "perfect" like she isso if that's what you want look elsewhere perfectionis not my thingill never be "well rounded"like she isi excel whe..
perfect writing isn't sitting down and typing your book its messy late nights with too much coffee finding inspiration at the most inconvenient timess..
I wish I had somethingTo writeBut I'm stuckInside my own headToo complicatedSwimming with wordsBut none of them sound rightThey just don't work togeth..