to her
steal my poetry
paste it to your wall
because someday
when i am gone
you will look back at it
and remember my words
they use to haunt me
in the midnight hour
while you slept soundly
beneath the covers
you always knew
i would be there
but as i grew...
paste it to your wall
because someday
when i am gone
you will look back at it
and remember my words
they use to haunt me
in the midnight hour
while you slept soundly
beneath the covers
you always knew
i would be there
but as i grew...