Next to her,
I was the definition of imperfect,
while she was perfection.
I guess I just always thought that you were different,
that someone for once wanted the imperfect one.
Who was I kidding?
That's like buying a toy that's already broke.
Everyone wants the shiny,
and pretty toys.
I guess I've just always been the faded, broken toy.
And thats what I felt like when you choosed her.
Om da jeg mødte Suzi, om hvor fandens dårligt hun lugter,...
Et digt om at alt hvad jeg ikke have behøvet, men gjorde...
A poem about growing up.
some sad poem things.
A little collection of poems. Painting different...
Poems about life. Love Saddness Darkness You know......
a collection of metaphors.