Hey. I'm Andrea and I'm not an alcoholic. I do love poetry though. I wish I could write better, but this is a way to say what I can't say anywhere else to anyone else. |
You ask me why I do it,
I ask you why not...
Our Past is made of Misery
Of Pain without an end...
Depression waits
A lion on the hunt...
It's my depression, My regression
Into darkness, Into Hell...
Broken and Betrayed
Another lie...
Higher. Faster.
Push...
I loved you.
With all my heart...
My puppet string philosophies
Complete with all the...
Broken and Betrayed
Another lie...
It's Mid-July in humid Spain
The running of the bulls...
It's hard to believe in romance when you don't believe in love. |
Some girls have it. |
I can deal with this in one way. |