i write alot of poems that happen to me in real life. in the poems i write is all my past memeories. they are still haunting me and i hate it, but i find people to talk it out. it will be nice to nice people and find comon things about it |
Tears run down my face
as i keep a steady pace...
I stand on the platform of life
looking down onto my world...
Trapped in my cold dark world
demons eating away at my flesh...
Why do u show up in my dreams?
ask me questions without a meaning...
I lay here, thinking of you,
Thinking about all the things we've been through...
Try to find the 6...
I love you is 8 letters long |
If u break up woth me in a text message or over the internet then you have no balls to say it to my face. |