hangovers arent good for ya.A Poem by brianna vegasitting here staring up head hurts like the time we tripped up shoved up needles in our arms cant stop wont stop dont care about the harm sitting here tearing up i shredded up my dreams once i messed up shoved up swallowed little dots i choked up spit up peices of my heart once i drank sipped tasted then threw up. © 2008 brianna vega |
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Added on February 9, 2008 Authorbrianna vegacity of lost angels, CAAbouti need a moment with the moon no distractions or uneven tunes just silence and the silver light spilling open my moods i need a minute with the night soft caresses of cold wind in the air envelo.. more..Writing
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