new poem |
Wrap your fingers in my hairwisper words of freedomregret should be told ofHere you standbeside me but so far awayyour inspiration to my soul anger is twistedthe twisted cant lie
Posted by on Sun, 26 Jul 2009 09:46:00 GMT |
its over |
the time we spent loving
and knowing things were different .
but time never changed
take my soul
let it fly away
just fly away
u hurt me
in everyway
my tears fall
all of them
the love is falling out...
Posted by on Sun, 16 Nov 2008 22:34:00 GMT |
a new start |
my life is turned upside down and all i can do is cry, and go on pretending like things were ok and still are but the truth is they arent this world isnt meant for the weak and they dont survive i wis...
Posted by on Wed, 12 Nov 2008 01:14:00 GMT |
its not what it used to be |
if i could hold my breath any longer
it would be a mistake
my tounge is tied with ur lies
play them back
none of it adds up
play with my heart
ur tearin me apart
tears in my eyes
r weakness in you...
Posted by on Fri, 18 Apr 2008 19:11:00 GMT |
us |
I dont know who i will be tomorrow,
i believe i will be new.
ive made the hardest decision,
it hurt so bad,
felt so right.
a burden of pain is lifted,
but your still so far away
without you
witho...
Posted by on Mon, 07 Jan 2008 23:47:00 GMT |
THINGS JUST HAPPEN |
SOMETIMES LIFE PLAYS TRICKS ON YOUR SOUL
BUT REALLY ALL U HAVE TO DO IS KEEP YOUR HEAD UP AND SMILE BECAUSE ALL YOU HAVEIS THE THINGS IN LIFE THAT JUST HAPPEN.
Posted by on Sat, 18 Aug 2007 19:34:00 GMT |
today doesnt seem to bring tomorrow |
can you hear,
the music of my soul?
what is it that your thinking?
if i cryed,
would it be like rain?
kiss the salt from my drying tears,
so u will be sorry now?
for now; tomorrow is a new day.
whe...
Posted by on Sat, 02 Jun 2007 05:37:00 GMT |
PEOPLE |
TAKE WHAT LIFE HANDED YOUSTAND ON THE EDGE OF SANITY,SCREAMING FOR FAITH.OR LACKING IN RELIGION.SHOW AND TELL TIMELIVE UP TO EXPECTATIONS,FOR THE ONES WITH LIEING EYES.PEOPLE,IN GENERAL; OR COMPLEX?NO...
Posted by on Thu, 10 May 2007 00:08:00 GMT |
relation/ship |
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LOVE IS A GAME. WERE ALL JUST PIECES FITTING TOGETHER; A PUZZLE OF SORTSEVERYDAY IS NEW,IN EVERYWAY ITS DEAD.A MISTAKE,THAT PLAYS OVER IN YOUR HEAD.EVEN WHEN ITS NEW, ITS ALWAYS IN QUESTON.RELA...
Posted by on Wed, 09 May 2007 23:56:00 GMT |
love is measured |
is love what you make it,
or the love youve made
does that measure
the time spent together?
Posted by on Mon, 07 May 2007 11:06:00 GMT |
