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Hey I'm Sky. I love to write and draw. I love to hang out with my friends. Me and my father don't get along at all. Some of my poems will be about him. Others will be about many other things in my life. I love to read. I can sit down and read a good book in a day. I have alot of friends. And everyone gets along with me. I try not to get along with everyone no matter who they are. If you are on my bad side then you did something either really wrong to me or one of my best friends. I have black hair (or depends on the dye xD) and blue eyes.
If the world thinks its wrong to love you
F**k the world and all the people in it...
The window is open.
It is so cold out...
All my hopes have failed me
All my dreams are lost...
I cant even begin to count
Every mistake Ive made since i began to breathe...
Watch me run away with the pain
I have nothing at all to gain...
I just dont know what to say anymore,
Knowing eventually you will just walk out the...
Let the tears fall from this face,
This worn out body has nothing to waste...
Dealing with all the emotions
Everyone thinking they understand...
He sits at home
Crying all alone...
Refusing to use the gift of thought is
Most treacherous for the heart...
These violent delights have violent ends. And in their triumph die, like fire and powder, which, as they kiss, consume.
It is nice to be important, But more important to be nice
Time passes. Even when it seems impossible. Even when each tick of the second hand aches like the pulse of blood behind a bruise. It passes unevenly, in strange lurches and dragging lulls, but pass it does. Even for me.