Feelings felt by the unknown,
Monsters of the night...
I am just a kid
Hanging By a thread...
Broken under the pressure
Of never telling you how...
If i had just one more chance,
I would have saved that very last dance...
Your whole day has been screwed and even your...
Then you wake up the next day, but you feel real...
Roses are black
Violets are foul...
[this is more like a short story then a poem]
she sat there at the computer thinking...
You shout,
you spit...
To wait until every cold second ticks away
and to still be looking at you...
Light
a teeming myriad of visual stimuli...
I AM WHO I AM
AND EVEN IF I\'M NOT PERFECT...
Little voice! Little Voice!
Be there for me and listen to my words...