Treasure Island

Ryan Belcher

(10-09-86 / Beckley, West Virginia)

The crazy little boy vs. the moosey's lover


the crazy little boy says he has no
feelings for her.
everyone knows that this is untrue.
he claims that he is happy for them, yet
we all know that he wants to go 'bloody valentine'
on him. the crazy little boy wishes the moosey's lover would
dropp off the face of the earth
because he wants the moosey all for himself. i
wish that he would just forget
about her or take out the lover, cause i am sick of his pouting.

Submitted: Friday, March 04, 2005
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