hay im aynslie and i love writingmy feeling down so i write poems all my poem are what i feel and i dont care if you dont like them because i try. |
Some times I lay in bed and think,
I think of you the love of my life...
As the blood drips down my hand from my wrists,
i wonder if what you said was real...
Life is to hard to understand,
one day its good the other day its bad...
I lay on my bed and look and the wall thinking,
i am thinking of you...
I talk to you at school,
i talk to you on the phone...
To me love is pain,
it is blind...