Like a dangerous lover, the chemical takes it's...
too cut up, the substance - or lover, if you will...
As death creeps inside of me
all i think of is you...
She fully consumes my mind every day
Her beauty no words can truly tell of...
Before reading this poem...a bad inccident happen...
If you was to go blind...
Tell me why I think of you
and find it hard to breathe...
I would go to hell for you heaven and back...
To touch your cheek to hear your laugh...
Find a guy who calls you beautiful instead of hot.
......who tells you he loves you a lot...
THEY WERE MEANT TO BE
They knew it when they met...
~I wrote this poem awhile back. And it would mean...
Everybody needs to belong somewhere...
Again this feeling comes of supposed to be...
A nagging in my mind but nothing really clear...
You saw,
what nobody could see...
Take my hand-
draw me in...