either ur really bored or just really nice for reading this, poetry is my secret, nobody knows, its my way of living and dealing with life.. |
I work the streets at night,
and at day I live on a little white sachet...
As days turn into weeks, and months turn into a...
I'm still waiting for you, heartache has turned...
This is the story never told, it was never...
This is no ordinary story, it's a story about a...
If ever there was a moment, a moment just for me,
I'd ride on a cloud of hope, finding you and...
This letter Im writing to you, my little unwanted,
This isn't even something I want someone to hear...
As days turn into weeks, and months turn into a...
I'm still waiting for you, heartache has turned...
The dance of the marks of water, indicates her...
It's such a inclining feeling, as she lies down...
The world is like me, so many impurity's, and imperfections, but with all of that, it makes something so perfect and pure. |