My name is Clover. i like to express myself in poerty. If i couldnt write i couldnt do anything. |
Lying
cheating...
She slits her wrists and no one knows, blood...
When i was little got hurt i did, i was beat so i...
My poetry comes from my broken heart. My broken heart comes from you. |
When i am crying were are my tears, when i am screaming what are my fears, when i am bleeding where is the knife, do i really want you here in my life? |