Everybody who knows me has commented that I should of been born in the 60's. When the Beatles were at their greatest and anarchy was over shadowed by peace. I am friendly to everyone! Most of my poems on here are from when I was younger and although they've been edited it's probably noticeable, but here they are anyway. Enjoy. |
My heart is bleeding for you but you do not know,
I cry as I follow you wherever you go...
Tear drops are falling and I can't explain why
I'm not upset but yet still I cry...
The image i portray isn't me,
it isn't who i want to be...
I wont look forward to tomorrow, no you can not...
it'll be the straw on the camels back, the straw...
The burning of wild desire,
Engrosses me in your toxic fire...
It started with lust,
Pure burning, hot desire...
I'll be your blanket
When you are cold...
Years ago when things were simple,
When things were black and white...
Please don't turn out the light
Mommy don't shut the door...
The voices scream inside my head
No peace or rest for me...