*This is a "song"...*
I turned on the television, it was a model show...
Perfect warm smile,
Eye to cut you like a knife...
Convict me, convict me
I'm guilty on all charges that you've set against...
*I came*
Into your life...
Theres a time to love
And a time to hate...
The soft breath caressing
Gentle...
Because of how you
spoke to me... I am now...
From comments from my latest poems-with some added...
I'm ashamed of this pain
cause i can't tame my brain...
Sick of You
Rising of my bones...
Seeing the light
looking oh so bright...
8th grade's past
And now high school's here...