die die die
3rd week
and nothing done
hates this
loves this
you steer clear away
yet recount my every thought
why?
and my ice queen, why?
your little charade better work
at least it allays my fears.
tried to think of something funny
thought of girls instead...they funny creatures alright
and my dreams just get weirder and weirder
1st the peck on the cheek
now teachers going amok
what next?
if it reflects your innermost desires...
