The 10pm bus rides are
not the same without you
Writing heals my broken soul
They said listen to your heart.
I tried doing that only to realize that
My heart speaks a language I don't understand.
I never knew
will hurt this bad.
My first love
Didn't love me back
you planted a seed
hoping it would grow while you were there
only it finally got some water
once you left
your first mistake was to think
my favorite color was pink.
"not all girls are made from sugar and spice and everything nice some girls are made from sarcasm wine and everything divine"