Hola... I started writing my freshman year (2004). I have my hard times and I guess this just helps me vent and cope... |
When no one understood me
I always came to you...
Kill me now.
break my heart...
At first they were just thoughts,
Images in my mind...
I'm really not learning
I'm not catching on...
Why can't I be happy knowing I have your love?
Is it because you're not him, the one who took it...
I let myself do it
I get too attached...
Is it love, or is it lust?
Ever since that time, that we first touched...
We all make mistakes. all that matters is how we cope with them. |
There are plenty of fish in the sea. |