ome days you make me smile
Other days it’s not that way
But when I’m in your arms
Why I bother is clear as day
You feel like a million bucks
Given to me on a breezy day
Then all of a sudden the clock strikes big
And you have to go away
I make a pouty face
And try to make you stay
But you’ve got things to do
So goodbye misha, another day
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Tears Are My Friends
PoetryThis is a compilation of poetry and the prelude to the telling of overcoming depression and taking advantage of your own life! Nineteen year old extraordinaire Delusionally leaves behind her old delusions of incompetence for new delusions that lead...
