Poems to thoses I love and hate. |
Let's play a game.
It's called Russian Roulette...
Two grappling hooks attach themselves to the...
I miss you.
I and sit an wonder, if my heart sang you a song...
Maybe he is my one chance to to prove I can dance...
She stumbled into the room, wiping her eyes...
Always gonna be like this.
The girl sitting by herself with no one to dance...
Why wont you let me go?
I'm held prisioner in this place...
Blind.
He can't see...
My heart beats fast, my hands are shaking; my breathings rash, my bones are breaking. |
"To see you when I wake up is a gift I didn't think could be real." |
"Beautiful mistakes. Something that I know you've seen before." |