Most of my writings are depressive in nature; however, that's not always how I feel. I have written some dark poems at the height of my life, so it's really because that's my style of writing. I LOVE writing, nomatter what it is. The best present anyone could ever give me for my birthday or something, would be a notebook. |
The first time that we played chess,
You said you'd played your very best...
A rusty blade
Heart filled with pain...
Stitches ripping at the seams
Living up to other's dreams...
(This is another song I wrote. It's the first song...
Verse 1...
Smile.
It will be all right...
A little girl sat by her window.
She looked out and sighed...
Sun rising this morning
Colours fill the sky...
I want to be singing loudly
But the words do not leave my lips...
What once was whole
Is now torn in two...
A mirror is a funny thing |
My life is full of chaos!!! I wonder if being the third oldest of ten otherwise screaming, drooling, arguing, annoying sibings could possibly be the cause of that?!?!? . . . Nah . . . |
It's a tall thing. I wouldn't understand. |