this is more so me talking to my self. but is sounds good
so hear i go:
i dont know why so many people love me
honestly whats that good about me
i dont understand were these love handels come from
its like they fall from above ?
Like it drive me crazy: P
i dont know what with my looks aparently im just that fine
i think its a crime. i wont to be normal at least with out some many love handles. you know saying. im tryin to prove that i can live with out one person in my life. its priceless but insane at the same time. so many people looking at me looking at you.. i say to my self damn she fine. i realize that maybe this isnt a crime its not so bad. im kinda glad.'P
Justin Holmes
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/me-myself-and-i-talking/
