My name is not important, but who i am is, so get use to it, poetry is my life...so enjoy them, hate them, cry b/c of them, but know, the poems i write are what i feel day after day... |
Love is a thing that is hard to get over,
You think someone loves you then they betray you...
My life and all I do are restricted
By the jail cell that is called home...
Break this bittersweet spell on me
i wont give up, I'm possessed by you...
When you're near the world seems to fade away,
just as your love seems so far away...
They scream at the moon
Their high pitched cries call...
He broke my heart,
Every last piece...
Life is like riding a bike, once it sucks it always sucks |
You may think im cold but im only as cold as your heart. |