Hey everyone, i might be young, but ha thats more troubles for me to talk about.. alot of my poems i write about how others are feeling, i'm kinda a shrink, so please read my poems, and tell me what you think! |
Star light, Star bright,
Another slice with this old knife...
Drip, Drip, Drip.
They fall uncontrollably...
They made me do it,
They made me do it...
Cats:Dogs
Water:Fire...
Star light, Star bright,
Another slice with this old knife...
Greetings ladies and gentleman
I hope you soon understand...
Life as to end, Love doesn't |
Love, like rain, can nourish from above, drenching couples with a soaking joy. But sometimes, under the angry heat of life, love dries on the surface and must nourish from below, tending to its roots, keeping it alive |
People say they "find" love, as if it were an object hidden by a rock. But love takes many forms, and it is never the same for any man or women. |