A simple girl from the start
she had friends...

Its a dream
its a fairytale...

Your like a silent murder
you kiss my lips...

I like pie
and it tastes like dead pig...

Its dark and cold
i have no one...

OK this is not a poem but i need ideas for a book...

The one who serves
the ones who fights...

When you look at me with those big brown eye's
i stand there like I'm paralyzed...

You betrayed me..used me...abused me
you put me true such misery...

Your heart is tearing from the seam
we'll patch it up and make it clean...

This is my heart, thread, needles, bluets, chunks
every little piece you took from me...

If i asked you out will you say yes?
if i said it was over would you cry...