Wow, it's been a long, long time since I've been here. Maybe I'll give this poetry writing thing another go. Get rid of some stuff that's bothering me. My name is Emma but my friends call me Lemma. It's a long story that I can't even remember! |
I tell you that I'm not gonna cry
As tears run down my cheeks...
Is sin evil?
Is it wrong...
Undress your costumed phrases,
Slip off their lingerie...
Undress your costumed phrases,
Slip off their lingerie...
Never shall you wake from your bed of broken...
Yet you shall sleep in peace...
I've been glued back together,
Just like a broken vase...
Lately I've just felt like crying,
Like there's nothing that I can do...
No matter how they try,
It always seems to me...
Real relief, comes not from harm, |
Isn't it funny that the one person I wear make-up for, is the one person who tells me I'm beautiful without it? |
I don't know if I could ever live without you and I never want to find out. |