LifeIf I can't write anything decent anymore It's because you were my inspiration And now you're goneLife
What I hate the most Is that you're as silent as a wall I'd rather hear your hurtful words Than hear nothing at all
Why did you lie to me When you could have told me the truth Then I wouldn't have to be here With my heart broken and bruised
The worst part is I can’t do anything Until I talk to you My conscience doesn’t let me do to you
What you’re doing to me
Poetry is supposed to be beautiful And though m
Little Mary...Mary had a little crush Mary had a little love She thought he was sent from above She didn't believe people could be mean just because Oh, how sad it was when she realised she was wrong Her little crush, her little love Flew away on the back of a dove But he left her there on the ground With nothing but emptyness all around In the ground Mary remained And afraid that their love may faint She held on to his promise: one day forever together they would remain Mary died waiting for him Her little crush, her little love Her deadly angel was not from up aboveLittle Mary...
Tears
It's been a while
Miserable
Really enjoyed your work and hope to see more
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