yes it's true, he is. but i'm no angel, infact i don't think he'd let me be an angel, i mean not that i would want to be. I love to write, and i love animals, and i hate having to discribe myself. i love music, just about any of it, well except disco, and that pop rap crap. well i do like the 90's pop and rap. but i'm a big metal head, and goth metal, or just rock in general. |
Sitting here unfolding old love letters
Waiting for us to become better...
The pain inside
Burns, burns like a wildfire...
Wishing that these memories will go away
just praying for that day...
Crying myself to sleep at night
wishing everything was alright...
What we had
i could of sworn...
I'm going to hell
All curled up in a hand basket...
As you walk down death road you see the memories...
(actually a quote from my freind...
Even though my tears
are making your chest all wet...
Okay first of all, before I go off and write this...
I'm sick of all these love poems...
Death
Is cleansing...
A person who looks cheeriest on the outside is holding a dark secret on the inside. |
Night by night |
My sole exsistance is to bother you. |