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the wall is back... solid again.
driving home I felt numb and dead.
My poetry will suffer, but I do believe
I’ve written ..
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I am sick of this. Sick of caring for you
and having my heart break because I
told you that I cared. Spilled out way too much
o..
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This poem describes something very very close to me, and is about an emotion I do not commonly write about, nor do I understand the emotion completely..
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not to sound like a s**t, or anything
but I want to crawl, hand in hand, into my cave
of a bed with you. Deep into the endless d..
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Another one thats a little different.
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This one is a little, well a lot, different than some of my other stuff. I was kinda playing around with a giddy feeling moving quickly around my ches..
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It has finally caught up with me. I am running on
empty. Pulling energy out of nowhere. I finally
gave in a had an almost hole m..
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Awkward tension. I should not be here.
Shouldn't be here.
this was a bad idea all around.
this whole night.
stupid shirt and stupid hair.
me ta..
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Damn I am caught.
stuck here with your smell all around
me. Wishing I could have driven faster home,
not to get away from..
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I said I would not do this.
Wouldn’t be that girl, the one who
needed and wanted and
missed way too much.
But, I&..
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