Just because u have a heart of diamonds, doesn't make it any less stone cold.
plz comment on my poem

I feel like dying, all these butterflies in my head. no wait just one on my mind.

Still searching for the one thing that will sweep u off ur feet, and into my arms.

Bring on the butterflies! and let them sweep you off your feet.

Im not a poet,
and this isn't art,
this is a sharpened pencil;
and a broken heart.

There is no lack of passion
feel like i'm gonna combust
spread these ashes across the room
turn myself back to dust

Im about as lucky as a lucky rabbits foot....in a room full of starved wolves

Next to jealousy, love is the slowest form of suicide

Ur eyes are home enough to know im lost in them

You want to know what my 11:11 wish is?

I wished for the night, when I cant think of anything more to wish for....

because I already have you