Poems from balentinede
What is a filter?
A thing to hide behind?
A painted on disguise?
To attract the guys
The world we live in we have to try so hard to fit...
Rolling out of bed
Thoughts clouding my head
Wishing I could take back the things that i've said
Don't remind me of the cold stares, At...
Rolling out of bed
Thoughts clouding my head
Wishing I could take back the things that i've said
Don't remind me of the cold stares, At...