Poems from breena322
Here we have a gloomy situation
That has rose from this occasion.
And although I'm sick of the hatin,
I can still acknowledge the...
alone in a room, with your needle and spoon, filled with the innards of a balloon, bought off of a cartoon, down in the lagoon and pretty...
*We will never understand God's plan,
we're not ment too because it's out of our hands.
*But before you leave...