When I am really upset I like to write poetry. I would never steal any poetry from anyone. It all comes from my mind. All from me. |
She sits on a bench at the park
Waiting until it will get dark...
A day gone
Another piece of the past...
Although I lost you I will still love you
You are my only love...
I look at myself in the mirror
All I want to do is punch the mirror...
Your my love
I think about you day and night...
Rememeber I will always be your angel... |