well... an ordinary girl in the depths of egypt, writin poems, lsnin 2 metallica n system of a down, tryin 2 make her life a masterpiece, but failin at it, not really an a-student but not THAT bad either, interested in kurt cobain n wantin 2 play drums sumday... i guess thats how i see myself lol |
Not rly a poem but a little story for everyone to...
The scars on her wrists tell the story of the life...
A wilted flower, formerly a white rose
A broken window, through which the wind blows...
Heaven's gates will never open up to me
Hell's flames will soon enough swallow me...
A layer of black smoke surrounding the oval planet
Little spaces of dusty green and grayish blue...
I see you with her and it wasn't the way I had...
And after all, I'm just a little girl holding my...
Letters of gold, words of silver
Taking her away from everything that killed her...
Sweet death, oh my, |
My wounds are open but as long as they dont bleed or are shown in tears, nobody cares and nobody is ready to see them because they don't want to. |
Time engraves our faces with all the tears we have not shed. |