Dont say its the end of the road.
remember the flowers I sent..
i need you.. babe..
to put through the shredder in front of my friends
Dont leave me now..
How could you go?
when you know how i need you..
to beat to a pulp on a saturday night.
This is a very pretty poem.
ReplyDeleteWho is it for?
@ sarah : screw you..
ReplyDelete@ misha : its pink floyd meesh.. im just lonely and homesick..