Ruby red lips
Kiss London skies...

Hazy nights, fire warmed
Rain is tapping on the window...

The devil moved into my heart,
And the bastards pitched a tent...

Its not a poem...
Hey (insert name here when i decide who actually...

I like to write poems,
Instead of throwing up...

Time flakes away,
Like paint off a wall...

Forgotten dreams,
Savage past...

My life is twisting
I have watched the day turn to night...

Why are people so cruel?
Why is this world made of hate...

Everywhere I walk Im surrounded
By them...

(About the frustration of trying to write...
Alone in her room, radio blaring, she sits and...

Dried tears paste her cheeks.
She breathes deeply and slowly then...