Hey I'm Kittie, I write poetry whenever I want to get my point across, my poetry isnt that good, but its just a good vent... |
She stares into the mirror,
With eyes of deep loathing...
I remember that night so well,
We were lying on my bed...
I stare into your eyes,
And I can't stop my smile...
The girl; lies. In her own blood.
She cries for someone...
I'm lying on my bed,
Staring to the sky...
You mean more to me,
That the sun high in the sky...