Spring crawls slowly forward,
Chasing away cold winter nights...
Dear Hun,
I promise I'll be OK...
They say, "Home is where the heart is."
I'll never be home again...
In the morning we don't speak,
In the night, we don't speak...
There I go drowning in a pool of my own blood...
Crimson once again drenching this paper and pen...
I took your heart and put it in a glass jar
I hid it in a place afar...
Your cruel
I cut my vains so deep...
I lay awake in my bed
THe lights are shut, the room is eerie...
I know this poem won't make sense. but i tried to...
Love me or hate me...
I will cry for you,
because it hurt...
As I awake each morning I feel deep inside that
my heart is being sucked out from me it's a...