Theyre Ensnared |
Those who feel sour seek redemption,
They feel kept away from that tide,
They feel sick, as they are in retention,
They do feel a longing inside,
To leave the life of recession,
They fight but see wal... Posted by on Wed, 16 Apr 2008 23:12:00 GMT |
The Imperfect |
Not everyone' perfect, which kept me relieved,
&n... Posted by on Mon, 07 May 2007 20:21:00 GMT |
Here is a poem I felt like writing.... |
I sit in my room, alone just as always, I never have company, not even on Sundays, where I live is one room, but it seems very huge, I've sat here for days and I've blown out my fuse, Being alone may ... Posted by on Fri, 13 Oct 2006 21:09:00 GMT |