These are really old poems from when I was 12-15. So, yes(: Enjoy the crap. |
I didn't mean for this to happen.
I didn't want to fall in love...
I see the moon, the stars, the sky.
I think of you, I don't know why...
Tear my heart in two,
Then throw it to the floor...
All day you see them watching,
They`re staring from the crowd...
Tears streaming down her face,
She lost the dreams she couldn't chase...
Sitting in my room, alone.
My heart is beating fast...
I feel like freaking crap.
and know that`s not a lie...
My life, it sucks.
I can`t take no more...
In her dreams, she`s still awake..
waiting to find, what she must make...
Writing is a form of art. It is a life style. |
Sometimes, the one person who cares about you & loves you the most, is the person who is right in front of you, & who you`d least expect to be with |
I definitely love you and I definitely always will. |