I want to tell you a story, but I don't know how it ends because I'm still writing it.
the worlds a little blurry and i see you at yr best i love you like i love myself not a lot of things matter when i look at you
By Eric Jackson5 years ago in Poets
The garden of eden is a poster with ripped corners my brother bought it for me its not a birthday present it covers my only window
You were dreaming of a world where you could go to mcdonalds and buy an eight ball with yr happy meal you dont need a child because you are one
