That L word It’s a tricky one You associate me to liar When all I did was L You don’t see it but I’m lonely I got no one to... L
By Mearah Manalo3 years ago in Poets
Pretty Tell me what pretty is. Go on, tell me. What’s the first thing that comes to mind? It’s a girl. She’s tall; she has long hair, pretty feminine.
By Mearah Manalo6 years ago in Poets
I was raised with the notion that God will love us unconditionally So why cant we do that with each other With every sister and brother