How Could You Be Fine
With Not Being Mine...
Just let go...don't hold on.
I'll be a memory within the dawn...
Days passes by so fast
And now it was February 14, 2005...
Yesterday mama told me to go on and kill myself
And I will mama tonight on November the 12th...
You say ever thing will be OK
I try to trust you...
I used to love Poems and quotes
A place where I would often come...
This is another poem for Inna. It may not be good...
Everyday I wake up only to find myself still...
Once,
We talked non stop...
Ants crawl over fretting
newts that writhe and twist like...
I'm stuck in grief;
Drowning in the depth of despair...
Congratulations.
You won my heart and put it through hell...
*Authors note: like a pendulum, this poem should...
from the twelfth strike to the first and then back...