damn i have so many thoughts
so many emotions going around my head till im sick to my stomach
like a pregnant lady throwin up
sayin damn i hope im not having twins
or a father in the room sayin im a father
im sick to the point where i dont wanna live
i just wanna give up my sexy looks and wish i could b by myself
but at the same time i want just 1 person to b in love with
so many boys so little time
but when u think it makes u sick to ur stomach cuz u dont wanna break hurts
u dont wanna leave da 1 u love 4 the one u like
oh many u should
im sick thinkin of all the people i have to face tomorrow throwin all these questions at me
im sick 2 da point where
I WISH TH3R3 WAS NO TOMORROW!!!!
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Commented on the poem "BUTTERFLIES" on 10/13/07 at 11:17 PM
