hey my names steph, I write because I love it even if they are abit shit...I would love it if you rated and commented on my poems and I will do the same for you... |
Upon a tower 20 feet high
Lay a lady with scarlet eyes...
I miss you very much why did you go
When you would cook it was beautiful...
Why did this happen to me
Everything in my world is gone...
This world that we live in
Is nothing but lies...
As the blade is raised to my wrists
And a simple slash is made...
I am sorry for all this shit this unchanging turn...