My name's Courtney, Poetry is my passion. It's my escape from everything. So far i've only been lucky enough to get two of my poems published. |
Angel from my past,
my love that didn't last...
She was born without a father,
she was born without a name...
I walk in my mask of black and white,
mainly because I haven't blended my own colors...
You need not ever think of me
Nor look my way again...
Ever since you let go
I'm stuck in the memories...
I guess you can say I'm drifting away.
Not aiming for tomorrow...
Let's run away, and find a better place,
Here's not bad, but remember what we had...
I don't have to hide now.
I'm finally alright...
Looking into eye's I've never seen.
Talking to a voice I don't know...
I'm living these years.
I'm living them for me...
It's better to die trying, than to make a mockery of your grace. |
Define me with what you know, |
One may argue that not taking risks, is a risk in it's self. |