Sorry if this sucks, just had to get everything...
I don't know why its hard for me...
(this poem is currently in the process of being...
My head lays on my pillow...
This Lie Called "Love"
She sits at the dinner table all alone...
I looked into her eyes
I got lost in their depth...
She was drinking at a party
On a raging New Year's Eve...
Rip away my bleeding heart
Right from this very chest...
Dear the luckiest guy in the world, I don't know...
All I know is you are the luckiest guy...
I told you to go to hell, clutching the phone to...
I hung up the phone, tears streaming down my face...
He needed her kiss
She longed for his touch...
I don't know if this poem is any good... I'm just...
I thought things were good now...
No uttered words the poet speaks,
No skies of golden hue...
Silently
We were out for walk when I turned her way...