I feel the warmness of his hand on my waist as he led me on my way.
My face burned as he smiled down at me.
His hair fell in his eyes as i make him laugh.
I feel his back stiffen as i say goodby,
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Im a total rocker. I love to write and read. I am the weirdest weirdo in the world. I snort when i laugh. I have to look down to see my mom! Oh, PUNK'S NOT DEAD!)
It's Just Me!
In the darkest of my soul buried beneath; rising above the cold hard skin lies a being far from me. Who's sweet, but cold hearted, trying to crack the soul of the earth with her cold dead eyes and beaming smile of death. The sidallnious stuff she does to overcome her darkest thought. It's like a frosty summer day, the heat just trying to get through. So in the cold dead thought of this girl. I release me.