He asks me to find myself.
But I am not sure it is worth the search...
Her eyes are a pure soft green,
The window into her soul...
Each tear plucked from the eye,
So full of self loathing...
Lemonade sunbeams
dance to melody...
Why do they care?
or even pretend...
The perfect blue
Is not a shade, nor tone...
He walks alone
Down the valley they call death...
Oh no, this "poem" was terrible.
Oh no, this "poem" was terrible...
"Mirror mirror one the wall,
Who's the fairest of them all?"...
There was once a time not many years past,
Where happy times were expected to last...
Confession: I miss you desperately.
Really, it's ever so sad...
Runaway, not into sunset
But into the dark and pouring rain...