You told me I was beautiful and brilliant.
Now let me tell you...

This is just venting, so it might not have flow or...
She's the princess of being broken...

Winds whipping,
water crashing...

This poem kind of fits in with another one called...
If passion was meant to be seen...

I have these bad memories; bad memories and pain,
tucked in their own locked box; far from my mind...

I am the heart broken,
I am the misunderstood...

Locked away deep inside this hollow core; numb...
brushing off the knots and flaws of my character...

Never being able to fake a smile,
you just that unhappy...

Patience is wearing thin,
but Baby, I\'m trying to wait...

I'm dreaming of better days,
days without hell & death knocking on my door...

I confess my unholy sins to the Angel of Regret,
I confess my unholy sins in the confessional...

I wonder if you are thinking about me?
I wonder if you care...