I use to write a lot,not so much any more(: I write now and again, my stuff isn't great but it comes from the heart (: |
I'm sat here,
Writing the last letter...
She sits alone,
no friends...
An angel died,
The devil cried...
Money,
everyone wants it...
Grab my hand,
pull me close...
A slither of light,
just an illusion...
The hum of a purr,
drowns out your sorrow...
I tell them when i leave school,i want to be a...
but truthfully the only thing i want is a bullet...
Not written in a while,
not put my pen to page...
She built up her walls,
wouldn't let anyone in...
Broken angel, |
A heart, |
My glass of happiness, |