

Poem number 199Rancid drops of poison. Metal rays of death. A silent feeling of hatred, that I dare not contest. I've been dying on the inside, because of this secret I must keep. This pain has hurt, much more than I've expected. And this precious dream I have for you, is not going to be fully rejected. In my black and white mind, I know I"ll have my day. To mystify your well know thoughts of me. I'll become a new person. I'll tell you how I really feel. I'd tell you I'd kill you will my two ghostly white hands. I'd strangle your little neck, sliPoem number 199


Poem number 182Feelings beyond your green glossy eyes, that I cannot see. It's always been a secret with you. Something I don't understand. I never will. Your life, your ways, will always just be a mystery to me. I've larned not to even bother, to try and comprehend. Everything's a secret. Easily hidden behind lies. Fasely spoken words. Streched truths, and wrong beginnings.Poem number 182


poem number 173Sitting here in the dark, wondering which page to trun to next. My heart beats faster, while my whole body shakes. I have no idea what will be written,poem number 173
or what will be said. But it'll just be another block of words, to tear my heart to shreds. The tears roll down my face, and I don't know what to do. None of this would have happened, and everything would have been fine. But I was left alone in your room... just fo feel like I wanted to die. I took that knife, and cut my finger tip, just to get the sensation of death. The one that I'd been lo


Poem number 169I lay in bed at night, with all your things wrapped around me. Wishing you were still holding me. You have no idea how much pain I feel. Or how well I can hide it with a smile. You'll always be the one, tha tI think of before going to bed. The one I dream about all the time. You do'nt know how much I miss you. How much I miss your kiss, how much I miss your gentle touch, upon my skin at night. There are no more perfect days, with the wind blowing, but the sun still shining. It's all rain and mud. And I"m stuck in my tacks, trying to pull throPoem number 169
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