Poetry is my safe house and I use it in every thing I do. Usually I write about death and past broken hearts. I dont know why but when I write, it's always dark. I'm such a happy person when you get to know me, but my poems have been known to show the dark side. Hope you still enjoy them. |
I lost him.
I let the flame burn the wick to an end...
On tear for the moment I tasted hate.
Two tears for the wretched outcome of fate...
Hello stranger. How have you been?
I didn’t think I would see you again...
I am the girl who walks the halls.
The one who stumbles and some times falls...
I could feel the terror
I saw it in his eyes...