I love to just sit down and express whatever is on my mind in a poem. If i didnt write poems, i be a total mess and all my problems would never go away. |
Walls bleed the thick coded paint
The touch of the thickness rubs off onto this...
Why try
why bother...
To this annoyance i have become of you
I will never forgive the words i have spoken...
Unwanting......i know i am
i know the pain i bring...
Unwanting......i know i am
i know the pain i bring...
If i stopped talking to you, would you notice? |
Even a feather will burn and turn into unwanted ashes. |