Not much to write. If you read my poems you'll know what I'm like, so I don't really need to describe myself. I enjoy many of the poems you all write and I hope you enjoy mine too. We keep the passion for writing alive! |
Every morning I wake up
And I can't help but smile...
I could meet a thousand people
And still think of you...
I need to ask you something
So, please, don't be mad...
I fall asleep thinking about you
In a cold, empty bed...
I am a victim of this world
Trapped in a cage of depression...
Exploding fireworks
Filling...
Full of memories of my broken heart
I look down at my scarred wrist...
I am a victim of this world
Trapped in a cage of depression...
I'm in a world I can't trust
Full of crank addicts and bullshit...
*Dedicated to everyone on this site,
Because we all have the passion to write...
You told me you loved me |
How Can The Source Of So Many Smiles Be The Same Source For So Many Tears? |
My Heart Is As Fragile As A Baby's Skin |