"goto" poems
i give them my executables and
ask them to reverse engineer me
to look into my code for reasons
reasons that i'm not just broken
not just slow
not just bad
if these letters
on this line
mean
that i am programmed to worry
then it is not my fault
not my fault that
i have wasted years
years of my life in fear
it's just a bug
looping too many times
using too many clock cycles
my code may be broken, but
if it is broken
then i am not
maybe, just maybe
i am a good processor
given bad code.
not my fault.
no one could blame me.
it would mean
i do what i am told to
perfectly
quickly
efficiently.
but
what i am told to do is
buggy
unoptimized
inefficient
my programmers are lazy -
not me.
when i find
a function in my code
that never works
and they say
"that code is fine"
then why?
why does it never run?
something must be wrong with me after all
me, myself, the processor
i don't do what i am told
but no, no, no
i don't want that
i can't be broken, overheating, dusty
segfaulting
bluescreening
panicking
no!
the code must be wrong
it must be
so i look again and again and again
i lose myself in my code
i click and click and click
2x more and 2x more and 2x more
COMT and DRD4 and ANKK1
rs53576 and rs7794745 and rs1858830
lower risk and normal risk and higher risk
of the same thing
in me at once
conflicting
overwriting each other
there is no code to add risk objects
and no one knows
whether
they make a group or a ring or a field
or just
something
useless.
like dividing by zero.
you can...
but it's useless in the real world.
just like me.
i look for more code
for more functions
for more comments
more more more
give me more
take my rights
make me open source
as long as i can see me too.
602,000 lines are not enough
not when i run millions
stick your wires in my veins
take the code from my blood
decompile it
untangle it
i need to see it all
i need to know
that i am a good little processor
even if i am doomed to
forever
run BASIC and
a million GOTO statements
and ugly ugly spaghetti code
i am still good.
Dec 27, 2017
Dec 27, 2017 at 5:43 PM UTC
Sorrow and sadness reign
for all who were involved
the cast a run-a-way train
no problems new or old, were solved
She left of her own accord
I would have counseled no
no poet's loss afford
silence of doves and crows
No villains and no heroes
when three year olds goto war
for intellect's opposed
as egos bruised
and sore
Aug 16, 2018
Aug 16, 2018 at 4:10 PM UTC
I self-indulged—
For me a rare
Lapse, an unexpected
Slide to materialism.
Repenting already,
My selfishness.
I bought myself
Internet Radio.
How could I resist?
E-Tail has made it so easy.
GOTO Amazon Electronics.
•Amazon.com: Electronicswww.amazon.com/electronics-store/b?ie=UTF8... Amazon.com, Inc. Online shopping from a great selection at Electronics Store. ... Electronics. Shop for TV & Video, ... Featured Offers in Electronics ... Electronics Categories • ($“Ka-Ching! Ka-Ching!$ Ads in the middle of the freaking poem!”)
The omnipresent marketplace:
Shop at home in your pajamas,
Pay for it with keystrokes,
Go back to sleep.
FOR SALE: Hail to thee,
Oh bittersweet Credo of Capitalism!
I finally broke down,
Accepting the fact that
RADIO: once a wireless marvel;
Now, a fading media option,
Its broadcast range
Not only shrunk, but
Signal reception, downright poor.
So, I finally broke down
Bought a radio that actually works.
So what I want to know
Is NPR so full of itself that
They go so far to find some
British-accent guy to read
Sports summaries?
I am listening to some
Pompous Pommy poofter,
At KBOS, Boston, Massachusetts,
Nigel Longshanks, himself,
Recapping “The Run for the Roses,”
Kentucky Derby homestretch,
Missed NBA semi-final foul shot &
The freakish mojo comeback of
Yankee Baseball Bad Boy: A-ROD.
May 11, 2015
May 11, 2015 at 1:19 PM UTC
poor soul of this world.
''to the men of this world'''
10,000 scorpions
bring to abyss hell ,
if you harm a women.
said the prophet.
as then lord said to the world
it end here right now!!
never miss treat god seed bearer
in life
no have the right to control
women.
as his slave in life.
to gain money for sale of a women.
no have right hurt or harm women
no have right to **** a women
no have right to **** anyone in this world.
any man harming a women.
will goto abyss of hell.
for harming a women in any way.
these are god laws
so never miss treat a women
in very bad way.
said the lord to prophet.
if any man should harm a women,
very badly.
10,000 scorpions will harm you in your sleep
that god law
now!!
Dec 9, 2010
Dec 9, 2010 at 7:31 AM UTC
By Arcassin B & wolfspirit & pea
WSQF: placing my heart on a platter
only for you
letting you see the insides, like that
clear plastic anatomy figure
from science class at university
downtown from uptown ..crosstown
this is the expressway to you
finding you wherever you may be waiting
with that smile, the one etched into my soul
nothing is wasted when it is tasted
we are all eternal in our guilty indulgences
but in living,
there is no shame
no one is to blame
exchanging those knowing smiles
our mission here.....is clear
AB: I'll put my name in a book for you,
Making my way down town,
Crossing esponola bridge,
Just to see that insecure smile,
But all the while,
I'm futile,
Of all the imaginations that you carried
When you were a child,
Don't let that smile go to waste,
Don't let that smile go,
As it came,
I use to have and felt shame,
So please don't let that smile goto waste.
SP: The memory of you never
goes to waste around here
I miss your kisses the most
eerie sweet ,clad moist tongue
I taste the mist off your lips
I miss your mystic touch and
pleasant need of desire...
your heart restless in the
unspoken comfort of being
alive, your words echo
deep in my mind...like
great audacious tolling bells.
Love is forever...and so are you
in my heart.
Oct 25, 2015
Oct 25, 2015 at 12:44 AM UTC
How do I love thee?........first four words of one of your favorite sonnets.
I could never stop counting the ways or comparing thee to a summer's day.
Te amo bebe....Je t'aime nebe.....Ich liebe dich, baby.....all languages = same.
No duress here.....I choose to live life on a maybe you will or wont love again.
No duress.......I choose to love you and that would be nobody's business.
Goto Nordies, Sharper Images, etc.......any of your favorites to shop.....my treat.
Time for annual meeting Mr. Frustration......Pls accept what I'm happy to buy.
Any other lady would be chomping at the bit, thrilled, I'm using no limits cards.
Big surprise for you my Pet.........hope you like and there's no need to ship it.
It's a little something I bought just for me and you with thoughts of our future.
Bought matching wheel chairs so we can ride off into the sunset to Gray land.
Ms. Betty Ponder, I adore and give you my heart.....I love you and always will.
If you choose to cast me aside.....history will most definitely repeat.......I go
alone to same place I went the last time you walked out of my life.....
I'll take our happy memories......scent of your body and your perfume.....
sound of your laughter and **** voice forever recorded....visions of eyes...
gazing up at me in deep passion.......and abundant qualities that make
you my only unforgettable shorty and gorgeous Ms. Betty Ponder.
Dec 9, 2013
Dec 9, 2013 at 10:18 AM UTC
A
Not No Logos, Klein.
What about anti-logo
Using the figure as the foci
But leaving the message in the medium
Both in the back and foreground
Then we yell fore and the foreground becomes the background
2
Always remembering hierarchy but always forgetting Plutarch
Is this is a disambiguation?
Did I confuse Parallel Lives with Plutarchy?
3
So we grid it out.
GOTO Vitruvio ...
4
Trying hard to balance can create imbalance this we rationalize through irrationality.
3.14159265359 ...
5
Symmetry ... .. . ~ . .. ... assymetrY
Stressing the *** in asymmetry
And what about the meeting of Apollo and Dionysus and the Apollonian/Dionysian duality?
6
Rhythm:
3:3 ; 4:4 ; 7:4 ; salt peanuts . .. ... windtalkers
7
White space is an access point for flow, Tao, source .... this is where my batteries recharge
8
Every element is mindfully placed; an element of gestalt ism "shape form", is this analogous to timespace?
Is the whole other than the sum of its parts? GOTO Miller-Urey II nested inside Babylon Falling
Both are self organizing, none the less. Such wholesome folk we are.
9
The patterns found in isolation parallel both linear and crossing elements and the instructions always coming from a double helix. GOTO The Dance of the Double Helix
... and always adding depth and motion ... kinematic to the statics. GOTO Introducing Happiness
10
Type faces are interfaces so be consistent ... you Paranoid Android!
J
Always K.I.S.S.ing
Q
And in motion means modularity is a must
K
Peaks and valleys can be better understood at the Red Onion or maybe just by peeling back the layers (of life)
Sep 28, 2014
Sep 28, 2014 at 8:11 PM UTC
i'm guilty.
i have the world expecting so much of me
but all i want to do is run.
i'd never claim status as a full blown addict,
but i have an overwhelming urge to go numb.
i know, it's dumb.
silly me, i lost a brother not a son
so it shouldn't be as hard for me.
at least that's what is implied,
what the world makes it seem.
I am supposed to endure my pain
while being strong for dad and mommy.
**** it, fine. I'll be strong this time.
So when you're all feeling fantastic
I'll just destress alone in the backseat
of a car filling discreetly
with carbon monoxide, i'll goto sleep
as it creeps into my lungs slowly.
maybe I'll run off to the carolina's,
with a recently seperated married man.
commit myself to a tragic relationship.
See what ******** drama comes out of it.
Or I could participate in the norm and
go use my insurence cards.
meet a good doctor to
Explain my anxiety's and get a script written up,
.50 Xanex and self adjust my dosages.
float myself into bliss.
It'd be just like old times...
Slow me down enough to see the beauty in it all,
until i run out and have to come back up.
May 17, 2011
May 17, 2011 at 9:23 AM UTC
Faking religion in America
Confused now and need to sit and think about what I think about religion.
Reading something posted by a dude writing about being a good religious
person then turns around and says amen to trash talking somebody.
Can you say hypocrite or is that the way of religious in America?
I've got a few Christmas traditions and they cost me more than I can afford.
I'm paying off credit cards long after Jolly old St. Nick's season is over.
I accept that I over spend and admit to not being frugal with my money.
I accept others who do the same at Christmas when man expects you to
spend on credit to save face so you don't look like a no gifting **** to all.
What I can't accept are Americans faking being religious and lying.
How can you call yourself a Christian when you get angry over stupid ****
How can you goto church on Sunday but hate your neighbor?
Kings James version of the bible lists the seven deadly sins of mankind.
I know religious people who commit sins of pride, covetousness, lust, anger,
gluttony, envy, sloth and know many more who have broken commandments.
I'm not religious and don't know how I can be with abundance of fake in religion.
We got fake religious people posting poetry about being Christians but
they turn around and say mean *** **** in poems about other poets.
Can you say hypocrite? Religious people writing poems hurting feelings?
What is fake and what is real when it comes to religion? Watching all the messed
up things religious people do in America has me confused and hating fake
religious claiming to believe in God.
Dec 9, 2013
Dec 9, 2013 at 4:33 PM UTC
Confused now and need to sit and think about what I think about religion.
Reading something posted by a dude writing about being a good religious
person then turns around and says amen to trash talking somebody.
Can you say hypocrite or is that the way of religious in America?
I've got a few Christmas traditions and they cost me more than I can afford.
I'm paying off credit cards long after Jolly old St. Nick's season is over.
I accept that I over spend and admit to not being frugal with my money.
I accept others who do the same at Christmas when man expects you to
spend on credit to save face so you don't look like a no gifting **** to all.
What I can't accept are Americans faking being religious and lying.
How can you call yourself a Christian when you get angry over stupid ****
How can you goto church on Sunday but hate your neighbor?
Kings James version of the bible lists the seven deadly sins of mankind.
I know religious people who commit sins of pride, covetousness, lust, anger,
gluttony, envy, sloth and know many more who have broken commandments.
I'm not religious and don't know how I can be with abundance of fake in religion.
We got fake religious people posting poetry about being Christians but
they turn around and say mean *** **** in poems about other poets.
Can you say hypocrite? Religious people writing poems hurting feelings?
What is fake and what is real when it comes to religion? Watching all the messed
up things religious people do in America has me confused and hating fake
religious claiming to believe in God.
Dec 5, 2013
Dec 5, 2013 at 3:39 PM UTC
By Arcassin Burnham
Alright.....
Most of you so-called poets make me sick,
And some of y'all I'd rather sit and fire up another spiff,
And for the people that a though had my back,
I won't turn or shift,
Running all of you over with a car,
In a line,
Only if,
Satisfying my helish thrills,
I swear fakeness can ****
**** I'll be in the grave,
With the devil doing deals,
Just to make everyone I hate pay,
Ruthless like my dad,
You know the one I never seen,
I bet he living the life of a bespoked dream,
Cover my body with gasoline,
So the fire could block my eye sight,
Of remembering and seeing,
The days of being bullied,
Like I didn't have any means,
And when I knew some things were not right,
I didn't really matter,
My days will be involved in **** *******
**** you stealthy and pregnate your girl,
Like American horror story,
You won the victory,
But you just never had the glory,
In and out that's why they worry,
Skin turned white like mc Donald Flurry,
9/11 chased the poorly,
God bless the world in secret orderly,
Reaking havok in the janitors closet,
She told me to wear ****** instead I didn't listen,
Now look what I created,
A little ******* name ********
So I live to take care of it,
Unlucky and ghost printed it,
On a birth certificate,
Full of lies and betrayal,
When I die,
**** it I wanna goto hell,
In reality I hate everyone,
Come up with my own plans,
And rain down on everyone,
And for the finals,
I hope you enjoyed the hate crime,
Worry about you and I'll worry about mine.
Nov 22, 2014
Nov 22, 2014 at 10:12 PM UTC
Finding seed in fibers needed for the humming bird robe.
Thread twisted so,
fine fine fine,
sof-ein
my point in the twisting tale
The book my culture arose from
knowing any rose is a rose.
thank you, Gert,
this book, the book, our culture- global
post
the elec'ric link to steam and steel
and cotton picking
through
assembly line guns, before automobiles, by Ford.
Yes, as an aside, who saw
- pause the prosody, break the lines
- goto .7 speed
- or bullet speed if you know the idea
As handspinners, we indulge our senses with each new yarn that is spun.
From <https://spinoffmagazine.com/a-practical-guide-to-ginning-cotton-by-hand/>
As handspinners,
we indulge our senses
with each new yarn that is spun.
We are entranced and soothed
as our eyes watch the twist travel through the fiber.
We fluff, stretch,
and tug it into every possible yarn configuration
and enjoy that therapeutic zen
that comes with it.
Ginning your own cotton by hand
adds another layer
of bliss
to the spinning experience.
At a glance,
we just pluck seeds
from a nest
of fiber.
You’ll want
to work methodically
in order
to save time and leave your fiber
as lofty
as possible after ginning.
Understanding how the seeds are organized
within a cotton boll and using the best technique
for the variety
of cotton that you have makes the handginning process go much easier.
Oct 9, 2021
Oct 9, 2021 at 2:22 PM UTC
I blame it on my period, but it's my own lack of self control
I'm trying to get better, so it should start getting easier, shouldn't it?
But that's not how it works, no, not at all.
You still spend every single day consuming calories and wanting to explode.
You may not explode as often any more, but you still loosen your cannons daily.
You try to get buy with just one meal, but that turns into a full fledged feast.
You eat and you eat until you can't anymore, then goto the toilet and let some bombs explode.
But since you're getting better, you don't use up all of your ammo
You leave it hidden away, adding on some extra armor.
Then you wake up, see what all the violence caused you to gain
And you just feel like **** because you no longer come out on top every day.
You're losing battles left and right; and the saddest thing is, you're losing to your own mind.
Jul 13, 2015
Jul 13, 2015 at 9:20 PM UTC
Lonely silence is the loudest silence of all
You always notice it
It's in the air around you
And inside of you too
And when you get home
After locking the door
The silence is louder
You set your keys down on the table
Goto a fridge full of food, but there's nothing to eat to make this lonely silence go away
You go up stairs to your bedroom
To a neatly made bed and books scattered among the floor
You take off your jacket and clothes
Then leap into the shower
You can still feel the silence
And it's weighing you down
You slide down to your knees wearing a frown
You want to cry but sit there till the water runs cold
Then slip out and put on a night gown
You lie in bed thinking this boring life never gets better and will I ever get better? Will I still be lonely forever?
Then you close your eyes as billions of the same questions run around your mind just like every night
Then you fall asleep
After drinking your bottle of solution and downing all the gin you could take before finally dying
And now you've woken up from a dream you were hoping was real
Just like every night
It's full of lonely silence
Mar 4, 2014
Mar 4, 2014 at 9:42 AM UTC
Let it be known
from far and wide
you dont **** with me
No matter what
I keep my mouth closed
to save you
from all this Spray
So first of all
**** all of you
Goto hell
**** a ****
and
well just ******* die
Im not going to sit here
and let you think you know me
Im here to live my life
get in my way
find out why nobody ****** with me
Takes a lot to **** me off now
buttons dusty with out pushing
but now your slamming it
trying to get a rise
youll regret it
This is a warning to you
yea you
You know who you are,
you know what you did
now you released something
something that was sleeping
something that shouldnt have woken
You wanted this,
Never thinking,
Now I've been thinking,
Its time for Duncan to rise again
No more pushing me around
**** you
No more letting myself get hurt
by slimeballs and ****** like you
**** you
Here I am,
take your shot
**** you
Here this Spray ends
all for you to criticize
to talk about behind my back
well heres a message for all you
Dont **** with me
And dont let my silence make me seem small,
Nothings more dangerous than a man in a corner
Ive told you time and time again
**** You
Sep 26, 2010
Sep 26, 2010 at 2:23 PM UTC
What the heck am I going to do this summer?
I've always had something planned out,
But when I was told I had mono,
My summer plans changed.
I cannot do lifeguarding now,
And I've called several places,
I'm supposed to be studying for two tests tomorrow,
So I didn't goto track today.
I'm dealing with acne on my face,
I'm extremely tired,
I'm always under stress.
If I'm not under stress,
I feel as if I have nothing to do,
And I'll get depressed.
I still have the regents,
And finals,
And tests,
And homework.
I recently got my license,
But I have yet to drive.
I'm tired,
I'm tired...
I constantly worry.
When I try to take a day off,
And let myself relax,
I feel like nothing,
Like I have absolutely nothing to do.
Why am I writing a poem,
When I'm supposed to be studying?
I had an idea of where I'd like to go to college,
But now I'm clueless.
I need someone to tell me everything will be fine,
That I'll have plently to do,
That I'm a sweet, special girl.
I hope I play tennis again in the summer.
I hope I get the volunteer job.
But I haven't handed the form in yet...
Could it be too late?
How can I calm down?
Can can I ever calm down?
Life is too hard for me,
I wish I cold do more than I can,
And I push myself more than I can.
I sometimes feel dead,
Brainfired,
Tired.
Just tired.
Why am I itching my face?
Because it's all red,
From the sun beating down on it each day at track.
I have it all,
But I feel as if I have nothing.
I'm not depressed,
I'm not suicidal,
I'm not even sad...
I feel empty suddenly,
And constantly tired.
May 8, 2013
May 8, 2013 at 3:44 PM UTC
take your index finger, wait. stop, rewind ( yes I do this, and yes it is funny, you have no idea.)
goto a quite room, with little light, so your natural body will turn up the microphones in your head...
now, touch your index finger to your thumb, on off, on off, now your middle finger, on off on off, now your ring finger ( do it with both hands cause then you will feel the tone flow interruptions or focus of. that is) now your highest tone your little piggy went to the market, this little piggy stayed home, this little piggy said *** is he on? well, did you hear the difference in your resonate tones? do it, you will, and when you do, you will, then realize a few things and why I do what it is I so freakishly do, and sorry I imitate not 12 monkeys, for it is the normal switcheroo, I understand it, now, do you?
Oh yes my *** can Writ like no ones business, funny how I have removed all, long ago, but hum, I keep being told........... to Writ ... any way. have a loving full flow and full spectrum day, um, everyone says High vibs.... this and that.. um full spectrum son, but place your will in the correct ways and places on the correct things, and then you will see the point, yes we are going higher in tone, but um, who the hell said forget what you have already known to be functional, isnt that what happened last times we forgot.......?
Jul 16, 2015
Jul 16, 2015 at 11:43 PM UTC
Always:
try {
your best and;
do {
what you need to do;
} while (you still have the time);
for (opportunity; comes; only ones) {
so grab the chance;
}
if (you fail)
throw "all your worries";
} catch (yourself) {
everytime you fall;
and you know to Whom
you should goto always;
Oct 3, 2016
Oct 3, 2016 at 6:59 PM UTC
Days like this,
where sorrow exist,
I want to goto space
Sit upon the moon
admire bright stars
and erase my swolen
remains
Maybe then,
in a place of darkness,
and hope,
I won't feel so alone
I'd drift in space
passing motionless objects,
hoping to find someone
of the same sadness
Maybe then,
in conversation
and story telling,
I won't feel so abandoned
Nov 27, 2013
Nov 27, 2013 at 11:06 AM UTC
10 A IS FOR ANGER NEXT 20
20 START STEP TWO ANGER KUBLER-ROSS INFINITE LOOP
30 GOTO 10
10 A IS FOR ANGER NEXT 20
20 START STEP TWO ANGER KUBLER-ROSS INFINITE LOOP
30 GOTO 10
10 A IS FOR ANGER NEXT 20
20 START STEP TWO ANGER KUBLER-ROSS INFINITE LOOP
30 A IS FOR ANGER NEXT 30
30 GOTO 10 Ad infinitum
Apr 6, 2015
Apr 6, 2015 at 5:01 PM UTC
First, If I'm outside losing my **** and you say you're going to do something. To help you don't just say I don't feel good anymore or I need to sleep or you're overreacting, I know I'm FUCJING overreacting that's why I need you for ***** sake. Second, I'd like to give a shoutout to the security guard who put **** in perspective for me tonight. Okay so there I was on the 5th floor, my rooms on the first floor so Yes I walked up 4 floors at 12:30, and as I'm up there stumbling around breaking down I hear a mans voice say hey bud what in gods name are you doing. And I tell him the truth I'm walking around cause i feel like **** I feel worthless and I just want stuff to be done. I don't know why or how I confided in him but that doesn't matter because I'll never see him again. He walked up to me and said look I'm here because someone called and said there's a teenage boy out here walking around by the ledge of the top of a building so I came out. And he said look if you're thinking of doing anything don't because all these people payed a lot of money to come here and if you were to happen to end up as a splat down there, it would be a hell of a vacation ruiner for them and I know that sounds bad but sometimes you just have to **** it up for other people cause if you can help others be happy it's worth it. Then he said goto bed and i went back to my room and my friend mel told me we can't be friends anymore. So I'm back out here cause **** those people if I want to jump and **** myself their happiness will have no effect on that and if I don't post by 12 tomorrow afternoon I did jump. So if this is goodnight all sleep tight and live your life the best you can. And to my family **** you for every insult and rude comment you've said to me and dad I guess I am just a big old ******* disappointment after all.
Aug 3, 2014
Aug 3, 2014 at 1:27 AM UTC
by Arcassin Burnham
Visits from the spirits,
while i'm fighting inner demons,
stabbing at my dreams,
guess i wouldn't have to let my emotions
just burst the scene,
the cosmic ship or the fallen angels,
coffee creamers on the kitchen sink,
wake up now before,
they,
catch,
you,
rip out your laughter,
like the clock tower death in seconds,
i'm bound to make a mends,
if i keep my blessings,
lead a nation with correction,
i put god first before i goto bed,
didn't think the devil put thoughts in my head,
protect me from the creatures,
that lie ahead,
and the ones without a head to be perished or dead,
i think about the times,
when i was awake,
and when i'm lieing,
there would be good dreams at stake.
Sep 12, 2014
Sep 12, 2014 at 4:44 PM UTC
It was a fraction of a flicker,
Though it seemed so drawn out
passing through each other's spiritual planes
It all rushed through me,
An instant in forever
like time didn't mean a ****
And none of the writhing pain remembered,
until well and truly sobered,
And not in any depth,
even now in this forced reflection
Writing this useless scrawl
seeking a justification
for our concrete separation.
No luck.
The universe won't answer
The Sands of Time
keep slipping through
the glass walls that dive us.
Only the deepest sleep
brings the opportunity
To skip amongst the stars
cast away the game of hide and seek,
To play joyfully our celestial kiss chasey,
To catch each other in our arms,
Where the empty spaces of youare filled
And meld into a complete
Alchemic etherial union.
But like sleep,
astral dreams must end.
The light of reality
breaks through the window,
And I know every degree of separation
Our crueltly is the highest true sacrifice of our kind
The highest love requires the highest trust
And belief that nothing else matters
But the ethereal elevation
of every version of existence,
The karmic heart lessons must be learned
The test must be endured
I've drawn out every awakening
I've walked around in circles waiting for you
Every chance I slip,
Every time I see you again
With these earthly eyes
Feel your presence with this grounded soul,
I don't want to come home
But it's all in vain
I'm ready to leave this test,
I have to go;
The stars are calling,
hurry dearest love,
I dont want to go
Please,
don't make me goto another plane
without you.
Oct 16, 2015
Oct 16, 2015 at 8:45 PM UTC