My name is Amanda. I think of poems as a inspired way to explain. |
I use to hide
myself alone...
If I could see
if I could breathe...
I try
to hold...
I love my friends
my real ones...
I'm sorry for the things I do,
even if they're right...
The memories can be erased |
Counting the days in the calander till the last moon shines?!> |