An echo of laughter.
A memory that is slightly blurred...
Forget all of our memories
This is the last time I’ll be pushed away...
You Build me up
and make me feel special...
I just don't understand, why people do the things...
Making promises to you one minute, then breaking...
Her eyes are red from all her tears,
the pain and torture of many years...
And i always thought i was in.
Part of you, part of them...
I'M SO TIRED OF ALWAYS IT BEING MY FAULT
ITS NEVER YOURS CAUSE UR SO PERFECT...
I hate the way u say things 2 me
i cry myself to sleep...
*This is a poem I wrote for my friend when we got...
I hate the way...
This is a poem to remember my favorite tree
since it was always alittle special to me...
Did you ever love me?
Did you ever care...
I do not know why i am shocked
i knew it all along...