I heart poetry. Especially when I write it. |
Said the tiger to the lion -
behold my stripes...
I always said i couldn't keep you,
only let you choose to stay...
This headache wont go away,
my stomach is so sour...
W .What is the answer to my troubles?
h .How can I have done this to myself...
See the visions of my future,
pry my eyes open wide...
Eyes sting
burning, itching...
I remember seeing you as a small child,
playing with dolls...
So sad,
your pretty face...
See the visions of my future,
pry my eyes open wide...
W .What is the answer to my troubles?
h .How can I have done this to myself...
Hearts make no sound as they break. quiet as an empty grave |
I had one of those long weekends again. the kind where the end becomes a presense |
Living is just the slowest way to die |