I am me, My name is Kiki, I dont care if you love me, hate me, or whatever. |
Blood runs down my finger tips,
she is gone...
You left me empty,
you left me cold...
***this is the basic blue print for this poem...
I feel dead...
Dear, little girl
with the locks of golden hair...
Your my angel,
you answered my prayers...
Why is it to love to lost |
Friends miss comoncuication are factors of growing up, you cant help it at the time. But when you grow old we'll laugh at our foolishness remarks later. |
Your gone, |