I\\\'m 17, like poetry even though I\\\'m not very good I thoink its a good way of getting feelings out! |
My heart does cry a gentle whisper,
Of love and loss and hate...
I see her sitting there,
In the corner of the room...
Seasons.
I walk along this straight path...
Roses are red
violets are blue...
It's crazy.
I'm watching you watch the sea...
The others were just fun! |
The others were just fun! |