I hate these things where you have to describe yourself, so I won't. If you want to know anything about me ask, or read my poems. |
I feel pain
then the numbness takes over...
A smile
will always touch my face...
Once a year she comes here
to sit and think of him...
I sit and stare
at what's left of my home...
I guess I could lie,
tell you I am ok with this...
The truth hides behind all lies. |
My heart bleeds... For you maybe. |