When he sits here alone with me so flawlessly,
And he talks about the other girls so harmlessly...
A beautiful victorian house
Everything is pretty in it...
Teddy bears and rattles
Dimples, chubby cheeks...
Why did i do drugs
Because i cried inside and lost the love...
Memories,
Hiding and enslaving...
As I stand here looking into empty, unseeing eyes,
of the cold being that i once called my best...
Upon endless pages the ink has dried
Tear stained paper from where I've cried...
For a challenge I wrote this rhyme
Wanna know it I call it Trhyme...
Each person is born,
With a story flowing throughout their body...
Be careful what you wish for
next time you get in a fight...
The first time I saw you
I wanted to cry...
I am that subtle breeze you choose to forsake,
I wisp around you on a hot day...