My name is Maria Rivera L but I like to called Stay Poems are my life. I live and I will die by my writtings. I hope you enjoy them. |
How does it feel to be in a dark hole? You don't...
Well let me tell how it feels because I have been...
I could image why, and I could image how,
As you look into my eyes, you could see why I cry...
I woke up but its not a dream,
abrasions on my hands...
She was an angel in my eyes; never saw anything...
She raised me up when I was down; she fixed me...
She is in the dark and you don't shine a way for...
She is crying and you don't hear her...
She is in the dark and you don't shine a way for...
She is crying and you don't hear her...
She was an angel in my eyes; never saw anything...
She raised me up when I was down; she fixed me...
I woke up but its not a dream,
abrasions on my hands...
I could image why, and I could image how,
As you look into my eyes, you could see why I cry...
How does it feel to be in a dark hole? You don't...
Well let me tell how it feels because I have been...
It's hard to thank fate for everything, when it pins you down in the worst moment in life. |