And here I am...
my tears dropping beacuse of what I feel.
You always said you'd never let me waste them and let them construct a dam,
because they were pearls and to catch them you'd kneel.

It's so damn hard to ignore you...
Because as much as I try,
I secretly know I don't want to.

What happens when one door closes...
and all the others are sealed shut?

You left me my darling,
what is this sort of injustice?
In your hand lays a knife as a paint brush...
and my heart...your canvas.
**A stanza from my recent poem**

Sweetheart you don't know the pain,
the pain I had to endure.
And from the pain I don't know what you gain,
but you liked it that's for sure.
**another stanza from my poem**

Don't judge me on how I look...
Because you have no idea how long it took...
For me to see your real face,
through all your dishonesty and disgrace.

Soo....pads are pretty much the same as adult diapers?

How can you say I've never been hurt? For you may have been pricked by a thorn, but I am a garden of roses...

I'm tired of waiting for you to come online,
and not being able to even gather the courage to say anything.

Posers surround me,
Backstabbers befriend me.
Yet I shall stand strong,
for my hope can't die so easily.