i'm 16. i'm a weightlifter. i love reading and writting poems and i have friends that can write realy good ones but say that they are no good. i have been in alot shit but no matter wat i do im alwasy there for my friends with a poem to help them with wat ever there doing |
You look at me,
straight into my eyes...
I move like the shadows of night
i kill like the sea's of might...
Why do you do such things?
You speak of a place so near...
I see death all around me
but when i want to die...
He is taking over again
then i see u...
I see him
i try to stop him...
The army came knocking
I go to war with out saying good bye...
I see the one that is my love
I chose to fight for her...
I love you
thats what you said to me...
Life is this what we dream or is it real how do we know if we are a wake or not how do we know if anything is real i dont do you |