i dont know.. i was really sucking the knife, but i dont know why i wrote this... its just too bizarre, i'm not sure what the meaning is!
This cat developed a taste for human flesh. Some of the lads woke up to find it on their chests. Stephen King stuff I can tell you.
Do we really see each other? I mean.. when someone you care about is hurting.. can you really tell.. or do they hide it well.
this poem was born out of sheer boredom at work. it was made for my sister-in-law, rachael, hoping to make her laugh.
This Is About The Prettiest Person That I Know.
The hassles we as women go through to try to gain appreciation.. haha.. actually, I wrote it to be funny,.. but it is the truth.
Vicki is my real-life friend who never gets overly excited even if this really happened to her. The poem was written while bored at school.. after having watched too many movies.