by myshiningstar14 Apr 2, 2006
category :
Miscellaneous /
Misc. poems
I walked on glass, saw dust and oyster shells. My life a living hell. I was a sleeping beauty. I didn't know my own strength, my own power. I laid there, dreaming dreams, and never believing in the impossible. |
Omg!! i can relate..which makes it more awsome!!! keep on writing!! |
Awww i thought that wuz cute. i really liked it!!! keep it up! |
by Tripp
Whenever I write, its straight from my heart..except for one of my poems lol. i can really appreciate poems like this one...great job |
This is me opening my heart, like my friend phil told me the best poems come from your heart.. So this is my heart everyone...please don't break it but embrace it. Thanxs |