i love poem with a passion if it wasn't for me writing poems i would have continued to slit my wrist thanks for reading my poems and keeping me out of harms way |
Endlessly crying on my bed
with thoughts of you in my head...
Are you angry or are you mad,
Are you happy or are you glad...
As I lay here on my bed
Crazy thought run through my head...
Black is my hope
That has been shattered...
A single petal of a blood red rose,
Fallen to the floor...
"The supreme happiness is the conviction that we are all loved" |
The more there is to see the less one sees. |