for the 50th time.
Even though you cant hear nothing...dont mean nothing is being said.... "dont judge a book by its cover"
love comes in fucked up places, but when you found someone to love...you could give a rats ass about anything else
This poem was written December 17, 2001. It was written for someone that I care about but will more than likly never truly be with.
A simple poem written early.
Greeting card material, but honest enough at the time.
