I'm so hungry I can't eat.
I'm so in love her abuse reminds me she's there.
Now on sunset and Doheny where many a merlotnight was spent.
I AM a hopeless romantic
Gettin misty.
time to turn up the ramones.
In My Lawn Chair I'm so awake, i can't stay alive. I'm so in love I can't move or speak or signal like a mime. And now at the break of day the field flows like a wheat ocean like it did the night before. I cannot be alone. But Modest Mouse keeps me company.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
great word use but i didn't understand what its about.