

after stormlike rain that falls from sad eyes lost love has come to its demise and bitter sweet endings are but lies for with you my heart still residesafter storm
and though the storm is gone and over she weeps and screams till lifes no longer


corner thronewhyd you have to go and leave with out saying what you need to saycorner throne
what you need to say
i left you all alone in you little corner throne and you let me be you never showed me
how is it that i missed the turn in life that lets the light shine through and still you never told me the story of your life
im on fire when you tell me exactly how we feel you never said what you meant to say what you meant
to say
so whyd you have to leave have to leave me here alone you say your r


babyeven when i try to forget your face your touch the sound of your voicebaby
even if i try to relearn to love to trust to walk by myself
i do something that brings me back down the rains never poured so hard on my face it stings it burns
and i cant escape this feeling when i see you my heart gets heavy and i cant stand the sight of you but i miss the feel of you and sometimes i just want to take it all back
and pretend like nothing happened like our portrait was never torn cause baby i still love you


gonei cant believe i let you get me throw a rope around my heart i let you talk me into thinking that i was pretty and i was smartgone
im a fool for ever loving you im an even bigger fool because i still do
and now im here crying for you because you think lifes nothing and that misery is your best friend that everything has an end
you told me that you love me you told me that you care the thing that really hurts me is that my love is still there and now when i need you most your never will be there
the fools they say there


english poetry projectI am david shoopman, but to my friends I'm Alex Johny boy and Sparkey, the title i wish I could answer to is lover, for theres a lone wolf inside of me, endlessly howling in the night, Searching, as I search for someone. On my forehead I am branded lonely, but no one cares to read it. Theres a cold dagger in my heart, left from the ones that didn't love me. I love to hear a certain girl call out my name, and the smell of her hair is so delightful, but I can't bear to hear her call out to another, and the smell of him on her makes me very spiteful. but noenglish poetry project
last chapter| life and love is shit... but we still have to push passed it... call me haley. because all other names are misleading. but dont underestimate me. because i can be powerful |
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E N D O R S E D ^ B Y ^ T H E ^ C C A A ^ B O O T Y P A T R O L
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