A crisp sheet of paper and a pen
My mind searches for emotions to write...
If we could express what we feel with 'language...
Would we express our mind, or soul with our whole...
Vision my beauty
Riddled with flaws...
Hidden from the cruel common treachery
held in the deep dark side of the bright moon...
Never in life had I thoguht to confess,
Never in life had I thought to Explain...
You are the ghost,
That feverishly haunts my every thought...
A cliche is all I ever was,
With my fake smile and rhythmic way...
I am
pretty ugly...
In this darkened cave,
I'm trapped...
Who needs friends anyway?
All they do is start rumors...
Some times the meaning of words is a riddle
The bow launches the arrow and kisses the fiddle...
Beauty Of Your Words:
Your dainty words have come spilling forth with...