I wish you had to have joy
Like how you have to slap kids on the wrist
Like how the sun has to rise
Like how the clouds have to ****
I wish that people could see
How pretty ugly could be..
I wish that people would grow
And let love nurture their souls..
suppost to be easy..
Suppost to be fun..
At first its like love
is luring you in..
As if its a trap..
it doesn't make sense..
Why can't we love
but keep all our sense..
Aug 25, 2015
Aug 25, 2015 at 3:14 AM UTC
I wish you had to have joy
Like how you have to slap kids on the wrist
Like how the sun has to rise
Like how the clouds have to ****
I wish that people could see
How pretty ugly could be..
I wish that people would grow
And let love nurture their souls..
suppost to be easy..
Suppost to be fun..
At first its like love
is luring you in..
As if its a trap..
it doesn't make sense..
Why can't we love
but keep all our sense..
