Well, I'm Pamela, 20 years old from Holland. I write poetry because I have a hard time expressing my feelings by crying or saying things so I write them down. My poems equals my feelings, so don't make fun of my poems, because you'd be making fun of my feelings. |
Look outside
And see the sun...
Turn him on,
Then turn him down...
What once was
Will never be...
My glass heart turned to stone,
Cause whatever I did, I ended up alone...
This is the point of no return,
I can never go back...
Real love has its imperfections, but it will never be stopped |
So eagerly she tried to avoid, all the prints in the fresh cold snow, for she didn't want to walk in anyone else's footsteps. |
Can't breathe without him, but with him, I'm lacking air. |