dsnt trust ne1 < 30
Join Date: Jan 2003
Location: Home is where the <3 is
Thanks for reading my poem.
Painting pictures in my head
Every brush stroke off-white
No saturation or depth
So not me anymore
The blue sky is bluer now
Maybe that's the key
Color on the outside from the inside
Making changes in routine
Maybe that's the muse inside of me
My eldest son's bipolar website: www.bipolarmanifesto.com
-wally: Mom, you shouldn't play after me because it makes you sound even worse than you already do. -wally:*grumbles and whispers quietly* I guess it's cuz I love you or something, but you're still a TURD
Grimm:I could read your mind but its in font size .5
Amadeus:Oh, and was there a cesserole (never mind spelling) involved?
Paddy:the fact that you didn't end up on a kids show makes me question my atheism
Dyldo: You evil strumpet!