All i write is words. I dont have the time or patience to sit &write meaningful poems, its sad but true. The few times i have sat down &tried they came out all rhyme'y &sad, almost pathetic... |
Ur not the first 2try and make me see,
but the first to make me question me...
She can go all the way
push herself to the limit...
Sometimes the loss's in life out way the gains
the memories drag them back each and every time it...
Your hands are supposed to be mine.
To run along my curves...
That single beat my heart misses when you......
I cant even say it, I hate it that much...
Love: Uncontrolled Productive Insanity... |
I need someone to fill the pot holes in my soul |