this guy from church asked for my number and we went out and it was all good until the leaders got involved and now its all messed up... but I guess God knows what He's doing, I just wish I didn't have to go through all this pain all the time, guy after guy after guy. I'm so sick of it.
This poem was written as an assignment for school. Our English teacher photocopied random pages from the dictionary and each gave us one. We had to chose a word on the page and create a poem from it. My word was "Farewell". Funny how inspiriation can strike from the oddest sources.
