It was the day that we met
you had me floating in the air...
You look at Me and that's when I see,
That You and I are meant to be...
Is there really such a thing as love at first...
That's the question I ask...
A poet's pen with dexterous hand
Ink to paper often can...
Broken Hearts don't mend
Little heart tucked up at left...
This is not going to be elegant,
nor polished, as sliver spoons...
Last night I partied
Came home late...
Don't be clear, paint the mirrors black,
Hurt me dear, always turn your back...
I'm sick of being told its gonna be okay
because I know it won't...
You built these walls around you
To try to encage yourself...
Blood like fire, quick to spread.
drag me deeper under head...