i write. i dont know if im good. i just do it. i havent been on here in a while. i went overr old poems and comments. thanks to all of you that support my writing technique. you all are amazing writers. keep rockin the poems. |
Mind Blank
Puddle Full...
I can't remember what i said to you
It had something to do...
What's my name
she can't remember...
I went to bed one rainy night
Then i awoke to a light...
She grabbed the knife
She held it tight...
The smile on my face will never replace how i truly feel. |
I never expect life to go my way, but when it doesn't...it hurts. |