I'm a writer of stories, and I usually only write poems when I'm depressed. But lately my muse has been a jerk and I can't think of anything to draw or write as a story. So I guess I'm back to my depressing poems which I love so much. XDD |
I sit here my darling,
Waiting for you...
Knowing is only half the battle, the other is...
Love is cruel-Love knows no boundaries
Sometimes we love it, sometimes we hate it...
She walks the path she made herself,
She lays the broken blocks of her lonely destiny...
Knowing is only half the battle, the other is...
You reap me of my sanity.
Everyday, just the same...
I sit here my darling,
Waiting for you...