A Random Poet.
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
Less Than Whole.
These people always judging me
These people are confusing me
They cant see past my looks
They are all fuckin crooks
They play with your heart, they play with your soul.
They play with you and leave
*pause*
less than whole.
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