Always filled with passionate and tender words
But this is no love poem, for love is a part of...
I always tell myself its fine
Even at the worst place and time...
Your always with her
And thru your eyes I see...
And you take another step
closer to breaking my heart...
All I have left of you,
Is the memories we shared...
Shaking
And breathing hard...
Without you i would die
I know that is true...
This was written about my ex... it's a long story...
Years of watching, waiting...
Are you happy now
after all you did to me...
Death leaves no beautiful corpses,
as is to watch you leaving...
She looks in the mirror
Clutching her cold knife...
Nothing ever distracts these thoughts and the...
even though I try so hard to numb it all they keep...