So, I'm eighteen years young, and from the United Kingdom. I've been writing poetry for many years now, although my first lot was pretty much written in crayon on crumpled paper. |
As I sit here in this corner,
Tear streaming down my face...
This time of year is always hard
It reminds us of what we've lost...
A cover of black satin quilts the sky
Devours the noise of day...
Ripped and torn, I am not whole
Without you my life is cold...
Dear Dad,
Almost four years now since we last spoke...
Dear Dad,
Almost four years now since we last spoke...
Ripped and torn, I am not whole
Without you my life is cold...
A cover of black satin quilts the sky
Devours the noise of day...
This time of year is always hard
It reminds us of what we've lost...
As I sit here in this corner,
Tear streaming down my face...
It's only when things go wrong, you see who your real friends are. |