I hear the terror of the unknown
I see the rage in nature's angry blow...
Are you looking down from heaven now?
Just to see what you left behind...
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...
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...