it takes a while to write poems because i want them to have a meaning. u tell me what kind of writer i am...... |
Can't you see,
the fire within me...
When you see me, i smile,
to hide the pain...
Let me sing,
loud and clear...
Your probably off,
With a boy somewhere...
When sadness has come over me,
The razer becomes my friend...
The devil tempts me
demons scratch at my heart...
If I were to tell you how I feel,
Would you listen...
When sadness has come over me,
The razer becomes my friend...
Your probably off,
With a boy somewhere...
Let me sing,
loud and clear...
You can know a person since dipers and they can still be a complete stranger to you |
I go to your room, sit on your bed.... close my eyes, just looking for you, to see if..... i can find you... wondering "WHY" you ran away....? I miss you my sister<3 |
Life can be hard, full of ups and downs, and will have no ending untill God says it's time. |