I Love Writing My Own Stories and My Own Poems. I Find Its A Way To Show My Real Feelings To People. |
How Can I Tell You,
That I Love You...
I Wish He Would Hug Me
Just Like He Meant It...
My Cuts Are Bleeding
The Color Of The Big Red Sea...
I Make Bad Things Happen,
I Don't Know How...
I Saw You,
The First Day...
These three words are said to much,
There not enough...
Ive tried to help you,
Putting you first at every moment...
I asked you the most important question of my...
I was happy and excited...
I loved you
Something that you didn't want to hear...
I wish i could be happy
Just like the old days...
What Is The Meaning Of Life? |