She said child...I said I'm a little bit unstable
She said 'Honey, I will help you if I'm able...There's a bottle of relief on the table
And we're open all night ....
So won't you come inside
It's gonna be alright'
hey.
this is my page about poo.
you might call him omar. or rainking. or buttface. you know. whatever works.
omar and i have been thru a lot. we'll probably go thru a lot more, too.
at least i hope we will. i complain a lot about him, he complains a lot
about me.
but i like having him in my life.
he's special.
he's
my poo.
i love him. so there.
there's nothing else to say.. at least
nothing that hasn't been said between the two of us a million times.
i'm sorry i take you for granted.
i'm sorry i'm a bitch.
i'm
sorry you're an asshole.
i love you like my favorite sandals, tho. but
don't let it go to your head.
Sometimes it snows in April
Sometimes the skies are gray
Sometimes it's all so familiar, darlin'
Sometimes it's all so strange to me
She said "Can't you hear me,
'cause I'm screamin'
I did not go outside yesterday"
I said "Don't wake me
Don't wake me 'cause I'm dreamin'
and I might not go outside again today"
furry kittens.
oh, and poo?? ...i hold you this tightly because i adore you...and i'm afraid to let go. i'm not goin' anywhere.