My name is Amy, or Amy Jo. I want to be a writer of poetry and just fictional stories or something, but right now I am in school for radiology. I believe in love, but after so many burnt bridges it starts to get old. Check out my real page: myspace.com/jyanks |
By Amy
We pushed past a lot of faces...
A spark flickered in the wind
I sit next to an old friend...
Two towers standing tall
Black Ashes begin to fall...
Reality keeps hitting me
Blocking my vision so I can't see...
Out of this dress
Release the stress...
I'm choking, can't get any air
My desires are rising...
My reasonings never mean a thing;
Only because you don't understand...
There was the sky
Always changing...
And I hope you're thinking of you me,
as you lay down in your bed...
Sometimes the pain can't be held,
and it just breaks through my smile...
Today seems like a good day, to burn a bridge or two. |
There's a lot of people who say they're down for the ride, but there are very, very few who actually stay long enough to see how or where the ride ends. |
When you have nothing to live for, everything seems a lot easier but a lot more pointless. |