This is another horrible, ugly, deathly, and brutal little poem, I think it's so cute though. But very unpleasant. Again, I'm not suicidal. I just like writing ugly little deathly poems like this, about it.
-(c)jerlin -01Dec11
A poem I wrote for Shaleena, a friend with the kindest heart and adventurous spirit- as her 'secret Santa'. I gave her a camping tent that she can dump in her car trunk and bring everywhere she goes. :)
