Poetry Is My Life,Its Keeping Me Here,Its What I Live For.Its the only way I can really express myself, It keeps me sane each day. |
I fall asleep tonight.
Laying down on a cushioned cradle...
My eyes become drenched,
With the saddening tears...
I have to admit I'm dieing
This sickness has spread through my veins...
My life was built of lies,
Until you came along...
I have two faces.
I have woven a web of addiction...
How do you love when we hate? how do you hate when we love? |
How could i have loved him?He was just another heart breaker. |