For once in her life it was on the right side of...
She unpacked her things with such great ease...
I want your name to live on,
and your mother wants that to...
In a room of pure darkness i pick up my pen ,
my trembling hand wipes away the mascara stained...
She cries when she sees him with other girls
Her mind can't stop spinning, twirling a whirl...
I poured out my heart
my fingers bled on the key board...
Sorrow is my main trait now,
Ill take this last memory of our hope...
Crack...
goes my pen...
I just started writing a poem, and i wanted...
"Although i just met you, I felt as if i knew...
The day you found that rope,
you put it around our necks...
She sits alone by a window
Surrounded by shades of pink...
As I lay, thinking about all the love that we use...
I miss you, I miss you, that I can admit. I miss...
It's started raining today again,
I look through it from the window...