"She's not breathing... CLEAR!! Come on look at me...
Those are the last things I heard...
I never understood what I was,
I never was able to write that easy...
Writers,
We all have the same purpose...
Many words have been spoken,
Many tears have been shed...
Granted my writing has hit a lot of lows,
It also has quite a few highs...
Sitting alone,
Silently screaming...
Here we are,
Just me, myself, and I...
I'm tired,
I'm done crawling from the bottom...
"I love you",
"I promise I'll never let you go...
Shaking in bed,
Its just a dream I'm told...
What Am I?
I'm a fallen angel...
Its seven in the morning,
I look at the clock...