The Simple Girl
Gone are the days when you were my type...
** another poem for jens contest**
i guess what all you say...
Smoking a cigarette alone,
on the bay...
Scratch my back and I will stab you in yours
I want to break the trust that's instilled in me...
There's nothin good about braking up, but you...
What if I lived in solitude for the rest of my...
like a goldfish in a bowl...
If this heart stopped beating,
Would anyone care...
Black and white in her twisted mind
shame and pain in her wasted ways...
Shattered hearts and blood red tears
you contemplate your deepest fears...
In the beginning everything was great
we were happy we were perfect...
Your letters still comfort me
and help me through my reckless times...
She Sat by his Side.
At the edge of his Bed...