Hateful Glares And Vicious Words
I Know Are Now In Order...
Slowly moving the black pen across the paper
The words that choke my insides are finally free...
We all do things wrong
We all make mistakes...
I have fallen to my knees
As I write this poem...
I know I have to tell him,
and I swear I will...
If only the sky was purple,
Instead of its sad old blue...
You are not forgotten
You are constantly on our minds...
When I write about feelings and past
People seem to think it's a lie...
In the land of make believe
the sun would always shine...
I wish I have no voice
it is like that because...
That beautiful pink dress
Sparkles as I walk across the ballroom...
He raises his hand to her,
nothing new...