• hair like fire, smile broken but thats what makes him perfect.a freckled face , a good warm hug,
    a good firm ground, a great sweet feeling.a feeling that im not revealing
    , i leave a trail to some one else,a trail that i made by myself
    every one says oh you like him, a fun game if you ask me.
    i hate the im tired of dating her , or chubikinz!, or they're like toys,im tired of him so i threw him out,
    well theyre not toys theyre people, im sick of them messing with thier hearts and minds,their souls.
    i like that broken smile because i know the person behind it all.
    i know a girl whos toys are boys , she tires real quick and i think its sick.
    i lied to her like she does to me, a revenge you see shes secretive but she wants me to tell her more.
    the use the abuse, the burn that she yurns, id love to make her scream. i threw a fork at her a day or two ago.
    she touches what i want and it crashes and burns, so i wont tell her. he is my prize so i keep my mouth shut i will try,
    to keep it this way.