im 17 years old in grade 11 i like poetry because its away to expres myself without sharing with the people i know it helps me deal with current issues IE school work home |
I HATE WHEN YOU MAKE ME SMILE EVEN IF IM MAD AT...
I HATE WHEN YOU MAKE MY BELLY FILL UP WITH...
Gentle lips caressed
with a lost train of thought...
Inside of those cold grey eyes
is a broken girl...
After its all left behind i see no parallel
not possible to continue...
I don't left from right
I don't know how to continue this fight...
After its all left behind i see no parallel
not possible to continue...
The lines before me redefine the world
make you think who you realy are...
Everybody goes into war with one thing at heart
to fight for their country...
Blood and sweat
something so strong...
Theirs a train leaving tommorow its not waiting for you and neither am i im tired of feeling always in the wrong this is my last testemonie and i feel free |
As we let music inspire our lives we should give back and help inspire that music |
I dont know alls i know is im a screw up and everything seems to screw up around me i build walls and all they do is crumble i need a diffrent foundation |