hey all... tru blu aussi here... most of my poems are pretty depressing but i duno i just find it easier to tlk about the bad stuff... cause it happens alot |
It had just hit twelve O three,
That was time for bed for me...
Breathing in hard,
When your falling to pieces...
Ive been holding onto those words
For far to long now...
It had just hit twelve O three,
That was time for bed for me...
When your not by my side
everything just seems so gray...
Looking back on my little actions,
Seeing all those big reactions...
Its funny how someone can break your heart, and yet you can love them with all the broken peices |
Id rather chew on broken glass, then keep on living in the past, and waisting time on words i know you didnt mean |
When wil ppl understand dat words can cut as sharply as any blade? & that those cuts leave scars upon our souls |