Theres people always telling me
"healing hearts take time"...
Dreaming About You
Beating My Mind...
Blotted pink wax upon a glassy surface.
Solid memories are held within...
What you might not understand,
is that not everyone is born in fairytale land...
Glistening tears
Sparkling pearls of sadness...
Although the pictures faded
and the black has turned to gray...
A living thing
eating, sleeping and dreaming...
This is the last I write,
My battle is over...
Frozen tear drops cried in winter
mind set to panic mode...
Long black hair and big green eyes.
no one would ever guess that deep down she wants...
He sits alone in the house all day,
glances up at the clock on the wall...
You sit there with a tear running down
with your smile covered up with an unfriendly...