Last year I wrote sad poems about my depression... last month I wrote random/funny poems... Now I write what ever I feel like. |
I'm a disappointment
Trust me and you will find...
Please take me to a better world
There must be someone there for me...
The pain, the sacrifice,
The highs and the lows...
They are the birds
Grace...
Blue eyed boy met green eyed girl
I didn't know him then...
How can someone
Break your heart...
They are the birds
Space...
'End the madness' screamed Linden.
Drowning forever are voices...
Think about me when you're sad
Sing to me when you're down...
Specialness is heretic |
"All of us are born with a set of instinctive fears--of falling, of the dark, of lobsters, of falling on lobsters in the dark, or speaking before a Rotary Club, and of the words "Some Assembly Required." |
I need a flying squirrel like I need a hole in the head |