Hey guys, my names Mark. I used to write a lot of poetry, but gave up and my life kinda took a turn for the better in a sense. |
Days on end, the long wait I can't stand,
For that day, I can hold your hand...
I sit here on my bed with a knife,
Waiting for the moment, to end my life...
We share the same dream,
The dream of being together...
As a free spirit,
You guide me around...
A pie is lots of fun,
It can not harm you like a gun...
I sit and wait, all night long;
Waiting a reply, listening to songs...
I started off, telling you what would happen in a...
What I never knew, was how far I would have to...
Sometimes I think about my life,
And how I'm happy, there is no knife...
I fall asleep as I head off into a dream,
Where many things happen that have never been...
As I sit here, I shiver..
I don't know what truly goes on...
Love may come and go, but true friends are hard to come by. |
When you were born, you were crying and everyone around you was smiling. Live your life so at the end, you're the one who is smiling and everyone around you is crying. |
The truth may hurt, but it doesn't hurt as much as a lie which is caught out. The lie caught out can and will hurt even more than thruth. |