for Mom...
This isn't really for anyone. It's kinda bad, but yeah
If you wanna know how I have felt during 99.9% of my teenage life. This is the poem to read.
Wrote this a while ago when a girl I liked went out with another guy. Middle School drama lol.
A short personal story of a short man who promised to bring a tiny present for the gentle man from France but was being convinced not to because it was cheap. The promise had to be kept for it is not the matter of expense but thought...