I like writing poems when I feel like it. but as of latly things have happened in my life that just ani't right. things are happening so damn fast. |
Don't tell me not to cry,
Don't you dare tell me there's a reason why...
Why do my words go unspoken.
when my thoughts dance wild like the flame...
Oh, dry rose of god
with such bleak perfume you have...
Clawing at the ground
Making a grave in the rain...
So much confusion in the words we say.
Words that are taken the wrong way...
Don't tell me not to cry,
Don't you dare tell me there's a reason why...