Why do men think they are so smart?
If lying was clever they would make it an art...
Those are some wicked words you use to hurt,
and those decadent taunts with which you flirt...
You hide behind the mask,
A mask you made of lies...
As I sit here and think
nothing comes to mind...
I am Kris, I am Loving
I wonder whats in store of my Love life and more...
No matter what I do
Its never good enough for you...
Who are you?
on this so average day...
Mocking me, mocking me
I yearn just to write...
Ever flowing, ever changing,
I am the wind...
I gave to them a single rose, which they didnt...
And once upon their hand it turned the darkest...
She stays up all night,
trying to write a memorable poem for you...
Some things are better left
unsaid...