im on the verge of seeing how much of a fuck up i really am..
i wrote this poem because of a past heart break.my heart is still broken into very small pieces small enough 2 pass through the eye of a needal
HAD A REPORT.. LISTEN TO A SONG AND WRITE A POEM ABOUT IT THANKS RICHARD MARX YOU ROCK
Thinking back on lost days.
Written on Christmas day... traveling in the car. No real meaning.
