How It Feels...poetry |
I Guess This Is How It FeelsTo Be Under The Gun.
Lately, I've felt like a piece of me is missing. Like when I fall, no ones here to pick me up. I've had my heart torn out, stepped on, and ...
Posted by Chris ain't dead yet on Mon, 02 Jul 2007 03:13:00 PST |
you are the disease |
It was always this way.Sneaking out the back door in the middle of winter,To lay down in the grass that spanned the whole yard.I never told you why we did it,But you never wanted to know.We would play...
Posted by Chris ain't dead yet on Thu, 17 May 2007 01:03:00 PST |
paradise (poetry) |
Hand in Hand we walkyeah you and me,where are we going you say?"you will find out soon my dearest" i sayyou look at me with angel eyes wondering,wondering what is going to happen,It was my surprise, b...
Posted by Chris ain't dead yet on Thu, 17 May 2007 05:06:00 PST |
how I hate her (( poetry )) |
How I hate her more than dried up lipstick, spam trying to sell. more than the bitter taste of milk gone to hell you want me to feel well And then you tell tell That you were taking my own flesh and b...
Posted by Chris ain't dead yet on Mon, 07 May 2007 04:11:00 PST |
