I think
you should be with me. Not her.
You seem like you like me more.
I wish we could let people know about us.
That would make everything so much better.
No hiding anymore.
Is what I want.
My Mom Waking Me
Up: Mom: Wake up, breakfast is ready! Me: I'm coming in one second... Mom: I SAID WAKE UP RIGHT NOW. Me: Oh My God, Mom, I'm coming! Mom: Wow, you're always in a bad mood. Are you
ever happy? Me: -.-
darknessfalls and you're makin your
trailways beneath my skin
claws out and a shotgun stare thatburnsholes in the wind
while themoon'sjumpin through that window, down
onto mysoul lights a path that you
know you must take to make me lose thought control