March 2011
1 post
Dear You,
If I could paint how I feel, I’d draw bullseye on your forehead My anger is not misdirected Unless it somehow misses you Time spent on hate, is time gone to waste, I watch you point and click your life away So cast the stones that I’ll gladly catch And I’ll throw them right fucking back, I stand behind the things I say, You type the words you won’t say to my face Time...