I write poerty when I'm bored. |
I'm waiting for you to call.
you always do but now i don't know...
I wish he wouldn't have done it.
I wish he could still be here...
As it slowly slithers twards me.
Knowing the death he holds in his fangs...
The stars
Shine bright...
Have you ever had a dream?
So gentle, soft, and serene...
`* Just when everything was going haywier...you walked into my life *` |