Hey im Aido, you can call me Aido tho... I write poems, to express myslf i guess. I just love writing them. I dont try and make them sound good, i just put my feelings on paper. Id love all your thoughts on my poems. I love all my friends and forever will xxx Thanks everyone. xxxAidoxxx |
Now I understand the pain you've felt,
And what it feels like to cut yourself...
Sat crying alone,
Writing a diary laced with blood...
A girl rapped in a crimson red dress takes her...
Her neck entwined in ivey, choking her to death...
Wanting you but holding back,
Love that will last...
The shouts have returned
Where can I hide...
Choked Up, some small hearts feelings,
When you left that day...
Sweat drips off my forehead
as i take another step down...
I'm gonna buy your heart
And burn it down...
Ive fallen in love with you,
Passion in a dumb circle...
Drip of the taps enough to stir
my concience...
Life is like one big train ride. |
He had a shoe fetish and he liked expensive stuff. I liked him - more than he liked me. That made me a familiar kind of miserably happy. |
Everything worth doing is too hard. |