words

words fall upon my page
gracefully caught by all my hate.
this halloween spirit is getting in my head
for tomorrow night is what i dread
i feel as if i have to be mean
but understandably its just obscence
i live for love and all that is happy
on friday nights before we go out we take a nappy
...


i dont no who u are
in creative writing we sit so far.
away from eachother it makes me sad
when we sit together ill be glad
your brown hair shines it the light
your attitudes are OUTTA SIGHT
zelda and grapefruits .. i dont want to write anymore i feel sick.
bye.