You may have died young,
but as long as
this poem lives,
You will never grow old.
May 15, 2014
May 15, 2014 at 4:38 PM UTC
my pen and paper is all i got
writing down my thoughts
whos there left
when im all alone
me, myself and I
how the **** can i explain
no one knows my pain
same **** just a different day
when this **** is gunna come to an end
**** it ima jst smoke this blunt till it fades away...
Jun 21, 2013
Jun 21, 2013 at 3:36 PM UTC