WitchHazelgz

Stupid tears, Immature things, Damn why can't she smile, Seems like it's taking her a while... to understand. Dress her up like a plastic, But she's not materialistic, Idealistic... She doesn't like it, Seems she can't commit. Stuck in traffic, Feeling so sick, So not used to this, Wanting his deep kiss. Unicorns are just pretend, Her mind's here in this dead end, Wanting fantasies to come true, Drowning down inside her deep blue. Those fields of green have faded away, Now they both have nothing to say, She's used to seeing him every day... What shall she do, All those close to her seem so few. Her too guys... Her best