Love life death haltered
All of my poems are just a jumble of words at sometimes
If red right
They can possibly make since
And that is why I don’t give them titles
You could read my poems 345678909876 times and have a different analysis each time you read them
And If you were to name it, you could probably call it
"A loving tragedy of a comical girl that loves a boy who hates her dad who cried to day with someone who laughed who cant really seem to figure out her life but her brother who can figure out life told her that she needed to move on the next chapter that was tomorrow and that her grades were not good enough for mom and dad who say that her soup isn't as good as hers and that her skiing wasn’t fast enough but it was but not too fast but still really fast. And everything else of randomness you can think of in this crazy jacked up world we call home."