My great grandmother was a poet who got alot of her stuff published. After she passed away it was as if a spark was lit inside of me. Sometimes its like I'm not the one writing down how i feel, and right then i know, I'm being thought of by her. |
We give we take we take we give
We try to live the life we live...
Pinch me I must be dreaming
Wake me from this nightmare...
If you asked me why I love you
I couldn’t tell you why...
I know I'm lost when I look in the mirror and...
I know I'm lost when I shield my ears from the...
See you in hell…
Close my eyes to the world and the people within...