My poems are the tears I never let fall... I never allowed myself to cy after my mum died.. and now that I've learned how its so much harder to write! |
I am nothing,
don't understand...
I stare; but it isn't into nothing,
although nothing is all I see...
Last night you fitted so perfectly in my arms,
it was if nothing had changed between us...
I stare; but it isn't into nothing,
although nothing is all I see...
The light falls across his face,
in a new world...
Through a blanket of smiles,
we pretend that it's fine...
If the flicker of a smile chose your bough to...
For so long those lines have been chained...
Look into my eyes, |
This is the price of a broken heart |