hi, i'm sara, i don't know if you like my poems, but the lyrics are maybe not that great because i'm only 15 and live in belguim. So english is not my mother- language. and if you would rate my poems and give comment i would be very pleased by that. |
Shattered glass,
The glass is shattered...
Why am i taking this any longer
with all his complaining...
I always dreamed about this perfect guy
he was gentle and a little shy...
This is story
written by my hand...
We have been trough the good
we have been trough the bad...
You say your feelings for me are indesrcibable |
The day you stop caring |
The prettiest people do the ugliest things |