I like my own things. and i'm not a fallower, if you ask me a question i'll be straight up honest with you. n i love to write poetry. |
He was crippled,
But only his body was cracked...
Kiss me till death do us part,
hold me till sunset turns to sunrise...
I opened my heart to you.
and you sounded like your love for me was untrue...
This poem was writing to me last year, and I...
The more I think of you...
The smile that you used to have.
the look you gave me in your deep blue eyes...
After the 30 seconds staring into his baby blue eyes, lean into the kiss, the kiss of laughter. |
I would cry for you, |
It's eaiser to put the knife to your wrists, then it is to say "i love you" |