jessicaM2
by boredom86d
where are we truly at?
crying ourselves to sleep
night after night..........
wishing that I could find;
wishing that I could find the answers
to the projectiles which were spit
as a result of aggravated cognitions
I miss you with all my heart
your touch, Jessica, although never mine....
beckons me through reflections of winter precipitation
i know u think im crazy...but....
one can not control
who they are drawn to................................