i started writing poems when i was 12.and im now 17 and most of my are depression peoms or love. |
The red rose whispers of passion,
And the white breathes of love...
A piece of my heart falls to the floor i know...
You will walk though that door...
I don't understand
Why people kill other people...
Your lips speak soft sweetness
Your touch a cool caress...
I heard ur voice just a second ago,
now i know how hard it will be to let u go...