I live to write......I;m not that good at it but I write because I like it.. |
Every morning I wake up and cry,
I don't think I can ever forget your body, Or even...
Under the skin of lion hides a heart that above...
I will die from a suicide, even if I shall not...
It is burried in you. In your eyes lies the truth...
Does it hurt? you ask. A little considering you...
You ask me all these questions and I only ask you...
The very deserved heavens your wings finally...
How is it that at the age of 18 you're not old enough to take a drink in a bar, But you're old enough to kill and go to war?? |