Emotions flowing out
Like a flooded stream
They tell unknown stories
Of fear... Lust... Pride...
And unfortunately Suicide
Living and breathing
On Impulse alone
feelings are gushing
Out of you rapidly
As you tell the
Sad story that once was
Until he decided
To lived without Prozac
To live without life
<<This poem was written about a book that I love to death. Impulse, my Ellen Hopkins. My favorite author ^-^ >>
