All these flavors and you choose to be salty.... > u <

When you talk to someone sometimes your simple hello brings them out of their hell.

IM FINE , HONESTY

When i pick up the pencil its a part of me and what I write is how I feel its what I see when I type down the words I see them magically appear. And all the flow and the composure im left with no fear. All the thoughts I have go on the paper , time is endless there is no such thing as later.

I don't know why i still love, why im still holding on , my feelings are here ,are yours gone?

Thank you guys some of my poems are should be a novel... But thanks for reading them and leaving likes and commenting and EVERYTHING. Im so thankful for my readers and followers... Y'all AMAZING.... :P Sorry you have to deal with my ****** side

Grown Up is all she wanted to do to be a big girl was  going to be a dream come true. Well she grew up and reality hit. Yes i can go on a roller coaster by myself yes I can have a phone ... I get all these privileges. But Im not a little girl. I don't have the sweet innocence of a child. I don't have the mind of a child that doesn't care what people think because I care. I don't want to but I keep going back  and now the big girl wants to backwards and be a little girl. A happy girl a free girl.