Journal: poem(plz read)
-------------------------------------------Mood: Hyper
How is it you sleep at night,
Knowing what you did.
Breaking the heart into pieces,
Like the shattering of glass.
How could you be so cruel,
Such a feeling to have.
A feeling of sorrow and being unwanted,
Such an innocent soul tainted.
They say paint the world,
So that is what i shall do.
Paint a crimson sky,
With blood and tears.
This hated feeling shall die tonight,
Along with the memory of you.
Tears are shed love is dead,
Finally i am free.
...Created 2009-10-17 15:25:40 [ View Past Journals ] [ View as Blog ] |
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