The page doesn't load quick enough...
I cant even check my comments...
My head is so filled up...
For once I WILL NOT RHYME.
This is my pain,
Poured though this keyboard.
I'm hurt...
I'm wounded...
I'm stabbed...
My eyes cant focus...
My world is a blur.
My pain UN matchable.
All of my life in a wreck.
I spill my heart out to a stranger...
The only one to comfort me.
Mother would judge him...my heart.
My father wouldn't care.
My friends? Have none...
Only a stranger I can spill to.
Goddess; she strikes me...
I feel the blow to the back.
My heart now numb.
Its all just so out of focus.
Why is the one I run to the one I run from?
Why have you dropped me from so high...
I cant see the daylight...
I cant see the daylight...
He was my prince charming...
Now I'm the fallen angel...
He was day and night...
Now I'm lost without a compass to guide me.
As I write his final poem,
I spit these words with venom.
any hopes gone sour,
any dreams are crushed...
Now its on paper thou...
it stings less...
The tears are dried and Ill go fix my eye liner.
I loved him...I loved him.
and once upon a time...he loved me enough.
I never had writers block when he was my muse...
now...like Ive said before...
Ill pick up the pieces...
But I had to write.
Had to spill...
Had to not rhyme.
Cause this poem is for you...
Only you...
Its about you and it tells of our end...
Ill miss you...like Ive never missed one before.
