Watching the lovers leafs flow free,
i stare i wonder and awe...

The child i see,
Before me...

Is this it?
That's when it daught on me...

Pink/red for the color of her eyes
after she cried those lonely and terrified tears...

Your there,
You care...

All these years,
And still I'm fighting back these f**king tears...

The blood drips from his hands onto my face,
As it drips down, i look up...

My poems are all the same
SAD...

Mum
Do you even know what that word means...

I've been abused so many times,
Yet i let them get away with their crimes...

You once told me i was strong,
you showed me love, when no-one else would...

Love is a red rose,
that sits on my window pain...