hey ppl just really wanted to tell you that i love writing poems, born in russia now living in uk ugh! no offence to those who like the uk but i personally hate it. |
Bullets tearing through my heart
Underneath my wonderful mask...
I dance in the rain
I play in the snow...
Don't fall off
Don't let go...
Close your eyes
No more lies...
Ever wished that everything
Would be OK...
Playing with fire never ends well, even if you don't get burnt yourself, you turn everything around you into ashes. |
I should have seen this coming, the perfect plot played out, my weakness found. Can i keep my head above the water or will I drown in this tide like the rest? |
Smile. it might never happen unless it already did... |