She was pasted forgot among lines of my essay She was pasted forgot Tomorrow's today never yesterday
I'd shove myself courage Fight for my irking heart Though fodder and just a bit A bit a part Of your heart...
I was rummaging through Ex's... I think it's selfish also... As horrible as I am... I invoked passed promises to fill voids.
You are your past and all the emotional upheavals and ex's are there to make you you. This dedication to love that didn't work out by either party, but mostly her of course, would be worthy of a School of Thought in Verse, if . . . ~~A~~
Rummage Sale
You are your past and all the emotional upheavals and ex's are there to make you you. This dedication to love that didn't work out by either party, but mostly her of course, would be worthy of a School of Thought in Verse, if . . . ~~A~~