An echo of laughter.
A memory that is slightly blurred...
I wrote this a couple of weeks ago, hoping things...
If anything...
She was my sister
Way more then a friend...
You consistently tell me that you're here,
yet I'm always alone after every tear...
I just don't understand, why people do the things...
Making promises to you one minute, then breaking...
Long ago, in the lonely place,
I saw a girl of my age...
I'M SO TIRED OF ALWAYS IT BEING MY FAULT
ITS NEVER YOURS CAUSE UR SO PERFECT...
As i sit down and think
Tonight i realise...
*This is a poem I wrote for my friend when we got...
I hate the way...
You Build me up
and make me feel special...
Her eyes are red from all her tears,
the pain and torture of many years...
This is a poem to remember my favorite tree
since it was always alittle special to me...